The old deserted ruins

the heart of the forest, hidden away Lies a church in ruins, where the graves lay Forgotten by time, covered in moss A place where the spirits of the lost Whispers of the past linger in the air As the wind gently rustles through the hair Of the flowers that bloom among the stones Their petals soft, their colors shone The sun filters through the broken glass Casting shadows on the walls of the mass Where once the faithful gathered to pray Now only silence fills the decay But still, the beauty of nature thrives In this place where the dead now lie The flowers bloom, the birds sing A reminder of the eternal spring So let us not mourn the church's fall But celebrate the life that still calls In the ruins where the graves lay Among the flowers that will never decay.