Ruins of Nature

"Miles and miles"
Unending silence in discoloured evening,
The stretch of ruins lying asleep,
Birds mourn and time weeps.
Capital of city, prince of people,
Was the site of a great city,
As people say.
For ages, the king held his court,
Gatherings of artists and philosophers,
Discussions on war and peace,
It was once Athens of Greece.
The discoloured eve,
Smiles as I leave.