Cemetary Trees

In hallowed ground
grows a mighty oak.
Cool grey stones
cluster beneath,
chicks under a hen.
As it's roots explore
sanctified ground
does it nourish on
the wisdom of the
beloved dead?
Would an infusion
of leaves bring
insight?
Flour from acorns
unlock the past?

It gives one a chill,
the loves and tragedies
of the entombed
living on in leaf,
imbuing the tree
with miasma of dread.