Lyrics | Life of the Dead Tree

It might have been lightning or maybe disease
It might have been old age, root rot, any one or more than these
that caused the death of, the death of the live tree.
But don’t be sad if the tree’s growth is gone
because in a dead tree all sorts of living goes on.
Yes, it’s the life of,
the life of the dead tree

When a tree dies the living things come to dwell
in the many nooks and crannies of the dead-tree hotel.
Right under the bark, bark beetles roam around,
wood bores dig deeper, ants and termites abound
and they all take cover when the woodpecker pounds.

Owls might nest, raccoons could, too.
A hollow center shows what fungus can do.
All the parasites can turn a tree into a shell,
leaving space for homes even if the tree fell.
But then you’d have to call it Dead Tree Motel.

As a motel, there might be fox or skunks,
maybe mice or squirrel’s, snakes or chipmunks.
Brown or white rot will break the dead tree down
into cubes or stringy matter, becoming part of the ground
making rich soil and the green growth abound

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