Some individuals pass by a scene like this and pay no attention to it. Personally, I find the beauty in it.
Yes, the tree has died, but it has left its mark on the earth. It has decayed over time. Its limbs are bent and hunched. Its branches stretch and twist every which way, much like elderly individuals appear to us, at times.
The color of life has faded, but the aura of what once was still remains. I found beauty in the branches, branches of life, and found the comparison to our own aging to be humbling.