Why the Dead Tree Stands Straight

Death is a thief who steals The seed of life by stealth And without violence, but he Is forgetful too; He leaves the flower Of life knowingly or unwittingly. The tree is now dead looks like a stone Of thousand years black, Fissured and tan-faced, But still no hopes to fall down: The secret is that she holds the invisible Beauty steady and faithful. Although it is dead by body but Still alive in her warm sighs of beauty. To make the unseen beauty visible, You've to be poetic. The body is reduced to ashes But beauty never perishes. Between a dead tree and me I find a sweet simile!