A Sky Still Blue a Tree Still Green

I see clearly through the mists of time,
I even write it in verse and rhyme.
Many clouds are sent to cover the dawn,
but still I see where the lines are drawn.
I crossed them all in a life so long,
it broke many chains and made me strong.
I carry the ghosts that have left me behind,
knowing there are many more to find.
They add no weight unless you are weak,
obscuring new horizons we yearn to seek.
Be not afraid of what is unseen,
the sky will stay blue, the trees stay green.