Eternal Ruin

In the depths of time, a testament to grandeur lies in wait, A colosseum reclaimed by nature's patient fate. The arches, once proud, now stand as sentinels of old, Guarding secrets of a civilization bold. The stones, worn smooth by the relentless march of years, Tell tales of glory, of triumph, and of tears. The wind whispers through the empty halls, a mournful sigh, As nature's verdant cloak enfolds the ancient structure high. In this juxtaposition of decay and rebirth, we find A reflection of our own mortality, a reminder to leave behind The transience of human endeavor, and to cherish the beauty That arises from the interplay of time and nature's duty. Let us wander through these hallowed halls, and listen to the past, As the shadows dance upon the walls, and the trees stand guard at last.