All Those Years Ago

I am a tree
A tree who’s seen more than a bee all those years ago
I’ve seen from broken bones
To human clones all those years ago

The little ones who love to play 
Later become as dull as clay all those years ago
When spring comes 'round I'm old news
But when winter strikes I am all there is to see all those years ago

I know flowers more than bees
Florists coming here almost like trees all those years ago

When the kids are cheerful
It fills me up inside.
But when it’s lunch and raining
It makes me want to cry all those years ago.