I have seen a tree split in two
from the opposing weight of its branches.
It can survive, though its heart is exposed.
I have seen a country do this too.

I have heard an elder say,
that we must be like the willow -
bend not to break.
I have made peace this way.

My neighbors clear-cut their trees,
leaving mine defenseless. The arborist
said they'd fall in the first strong wind.
Together we stand. I see this now.

I have seen a tree grown around
a bicycle, a street sign, and a chainsaw,
absorbing them like ingredients
in a great melting pot.

When we speak, whether or not
we agree, the trees will turn
the breath of our words
from carbon dioxide, back into air -

give us new breath
for new words,
new chances to listen,
new chances to be heard.