SometimesThis

I’m just 
a tree
in some 
field faraway 
standing here 
I’ve once 
been swing
once been 
shade even 
once encircled 
by singing
voices laughing 
but now 
I stand
so tired 
having been 
all that
for others 
knowing what 
not why
one is 
brings comfort 
to even
this tree
in some 
field close 
once even
though having 
never moved