Beautifully Desiccating- A poem about life and it's end

Beautifully Desiccating

Once was green and perished,

and the time came,

It stood there next to the undead soul.

 Stood there, desiccating.

 As Dawn goes down Dusk came,

Over and over again,

It stood still in Ache.

But to those undead souls,

It seems beautiful,

They saw the light emerging in between those branches

And they admire its dying captivity and called Beautifully desiccating.

So, the poem that you just read can be understood in multiple ways and I respect your ones also, but here is mine,

One year back I was browsing my Pinterest and then I saw this drawing of a tree whose leaves are fallen and it just standing there, and I found it simply beautiful, so I made one by myself. Time jump, a few days back I started to notice its presence on my wall again and I looked at it and thought for long and long and then I wrote this. Once this tree was green and young and it kept on being green for a long period but then slowly the leaves started to fall, one, two, three and then more and more and at the last all of them fell off. Now there is just a piece of wood standing on the earth.

 The tree understood that her time has come and now she must go, and she wanted to go because she was in pain and all she wanted was some peace. But this time nature decided to play games and kept her alive even though she was in ache. Now as the third person, you saw this desiccating tree, you reminded yourself how good she was when it was all green but then you recall the reality, everything that has walked on earth has its time limit to live, breathe and then has to die. And sadly, her time is near, and she knows it and she also knows how vulnerable she is right now. Now as an undead soul I have two options

(a)I can grieve and feel sorry for her and remind her how good the old times were

(b)I can lay down on the ground below her and can tell her how beautiful she is right now. I can tell her how the moonlight is coming from her branches and the stars upon are gazing at her, admiring her strength, and telling her how beautiful she is right now and how strongly she lived her life and how brave she was.

What will you choose?

Think and answer yourself.

The time when seeing you loved once losing all threads of hope because they know that their time is near, you can either make them feel the nostalgia of how freely they lived and all the memories that created with you and deep down you know how bad this nostalgia is for them, they are in pain and remembering good times as a daydream can only make them feel more OR you can tell them how strong and beautiful they are right now. You can assure them you are always gonna be there by their side even though you fear losing them and even though you are sad, you will be the one that will give them the thread of hope that they are about to lose and help them get true peace by letting them know they were loved in that vulnerable condition.

I know, I don't write this kind of thing but for a change, I tried, so as a request do let me know if you liked reading it and find something good in it.

Thank you

 Loads of strength

Seeking querencia