I stood near the buckeye and wanted to cry. I laid my hand on the bark and asked, "How are we different?" With the silence I asked, "How are we the same?" I answered for both of us. We are alive! The buckeye has lived 500 years or more and I felt this age for just a moment. I watered the roots with my tears and sat beneath the branches cocooning myself in it's love and beauty. Before I left we hugged and and I walked with a smile.
