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

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