From the tree tops I see as far as my fail eyes can strain.

I look upon your face and watch the years fade to when we were barely old enough to enjoy the flesh like we did.

The years swept by like the sweeping of the stairs, flying away onto the air like the mist of the mountains.

And now I sit and raise my glass to enjoy this time with you,

all the years we have and will spend together in our quiet moments.

To our past, our present, and are great future.

Tell it like Lisa