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!
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