trees

Hello Welcome to That little creek that you thought you knew Much has changed, just take a look at the view But to me it's still the same, 'cause all I remember is you So we walk Through the wood You hold my hand And it's understood You gathered sticks on the way so we could build a fire And in the firelight I could see all that I require Here we sit With the trees You say you hear them whisper But I think it's the breeze We made a promise that in fifty years we would return And those trees are still here along with the lessons we learned