Time passes under the sun.
Rotating in and out, and then again.
Slowly, yet overnight, nature replaces
the walls that collapsed in time.
Still, part of you stands-
remnants of years gone by.
Fragmented walls and cold smoke stacks
stand alone, reminding us of the past.
Silently they scream and wail
the stories of old.
Yet, when we pass, do we listen?
Or do the stories remain untold?