More years behind than ahead Tomorrow with no lasting definitions or weight Just a wall of trees guiding the way home kissed by too many suns. A touch of grace to have and to hold this day beginning to end…. Share this: Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr More Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...