#WritcoPoemChallenge
The door to tomorrow,
Opens in the shadows of today,
So brush aside the path of sorrow,
And make your way.
For we no longer are a part of our pasts.
See we are passing the past on the way towards our futures.
paving a path as we walk through the grass.
In this Forest of life we are one with it's nature in-tune with it's spirits, both the good and the bad.
Sun rays feed the leaves who breathe air which we need.
We then breathe what they need,
trading breathe with the trees.
Old leaves die away to make room for new growth .
Like our past letting go for...