The Sun Rises Still

If there is a dead tree that stands
Silhouetted before a burning sun
Evidence of life on a dying world
It's still the evidence of existence
Planted there by a creator's hand
  Memories of life that is now shunned
Yet the planet always spins, it turns
The dying life offers little resistance
The tree remains, untouched, undone
Standing in silhouette in dead lands
For oblivion is begun