The Old Oak Tree in the Forgotten Cemetery

There is an old forgotten cemetery in the woods Where an old towering oak tree lies And a girl of young age goes to it everyday She loved the tree with all her heart She hugged its trunk Touched its roots And breathed its leaves It's where she wrote freely One day she went to the cemetery as any other day To find the old oak tree dead and cut down by thieves They stole it's leaves and roots She cried and cried, poor thing She was never the same, poor thing Her muse was dead She lived the rest of her life in despair and misery Her final wish was to be buried in the forgotten cemetery Where is her grave, you ask? Well you see where the old oak tree lied Her grave is marked by a young growing tree Where all creativity lies