It's A Mystery

In the middle of the jungle.
There are ruins of temples build along ago
Stone by stone.
They were made by the Mayas.
A tribe that is not so well known.
Each pictures on the wall.
Recorded history.
They were gazing at the sky.
On the year monuments marked time.
But altars meant death and fear.
Worshipping gods now gone long time ago.
The population grew new cities were found.
What happened then?
Was it strange decease that wiped away almost everyone.
These th ings died right the way almost everyone.
Or it might have been starvation caused by drought and a scorching sun.
It’s a mystery.
The way they disappeared.
It’s now history.
We will never know.