We traversed these lands in our youth Sowing seeds along the way. Weekends filled with the open road; Long nights prior to the travels For preparation.
When I departed from that life, I thought that chapter was complete.
Is anything in life truly over?
Slowly, I’m learning again. Looking through different colored lenses, Without the hubris, without the ego.
Slowly, I’m learning That only the past can end, And the threads tied from It Are what remain - that courses Through my mind When looking at these lands Now full of trees.