Agree To Disagree.

Your brush paints skies I would never choose,

Your pen shapes roads I will not walk.

Yet I can stand near the canvas,

And nod at the courage of your colors.

Your words are a garden I cannot eat from,

But I see the hours in your soil.

The care in your pruning,

The love in your rain.

I can lift my hat to your craft,

Without carrying home your harvest.

I can cheer the music in your voice,

Without echoing every verse.

The world is wide enough for our differences,

And narrow enough for us to meet in the middle.

Where respect is not surrender,

And kindness needs no agreement.