There’s a tree in my backyard that has been dying for sometime...I spent a great deal of time near this tree. Swinging over its roots, reading against its trunk, and staring into its mystery. Sometimes, I would swing and think of everything. Other times, I would sway and think of nothing. Days spent in smiles and nights marked by tears lay under the branches. All the while, the tree held this all-knowing wisdom. At the first signs of sickness, I was devastated. "Why MY tree?"