Ruins of Eternity

I looked at ruins of old carved stone Which lay abandoned, left all alone The shattered rocks of stone overrun by vines Were they palaces or perhaps some shrines? But now they live in dust and decay Carved from rock, eternal they portray Yet lie in disaster, under their own grandeur Search for eternity, left it so poor The ruins stay forgotten, become a relic of time In a few centuries, they lost their prime What to do of eternity, even if it is found What does one do when buried in the ground? How are these ruins better than a tree? Eventually though they die, they rise from the debris What is the use of eternity? If there is no one left to see?