First things first, I have to apologize for not having the ability to draw and create the image of nature that does it any amount of justice. However, in my feeble attempts to draw the Sycamore, I was belittled by all of its intricacies. It would be impossible to draw every leaf, every branch, or every strip of bark. It would be impossible to reproduce exactly the colors; multiple shades of brown, green, yellow, gray, or tan. We cannot reproduce the marvels that nature creates. Not even a photograph could express what seeing and experiencing the tree is like. I find the structure of the tree fascinating. The tree formed and grew, creating new branches, sprouting new leaves with no obvious order, symmetry, or planning. It contrasts the building behind it that required planning, enormous amounts of time to calculate its structure, and specific order and symmetry. The tree creates itself seemingly random with no calculable or determining factors. The tree is resilient, yet more often than not; it is forgotten in our fast paced, materialistic society. But, perhaps it was not always so. The tree has been here longer than anyone on this campus has, yet, in an instant; any one of us could destroy it. I wonder how many people have enjoyed it's shade, or how many birds have used it's branches, leaves, and twigs for their nests; how many squirrels have played amongst it's branches, or relaxed on a hot day, sprawled out on a large limb. I wonder how many people have enjoyed leaning against it, or stopped to look at it from day to day. Or, while construction was coming through, what made the workmen spare it, rather than cut it down? Why was it spared, and not another? Has anyone ever felt lucky that it is here with us? I know I do.