If there is anything in nature that is sacred to this land it is the olive tree.  Here Danny Caravan put it into the center of a sculpture and Nihad Dabit makes trees out of wire and pieces of copper.   

The Tree

When the olives were ripe

and the branches hung over

the walls of the closed-in yards

onto the sidewalk of my street

an old woman would appear

and spread out her spacious skirts

to the tree.  A child

would stand near the wall,

shake a stick, and the branches

would release

the wondrous fruit.

She has not appeared in years,

and no child ensures

the olives will not fall

overripe to the pavement.

Yet whenever I look out on the street

I envision her,

her arms opening wide

to the tree, inviting it

to share its bounty

with her welcoming lap.

So the destruction of olive trees by settlers is an act so despicable I cannot keep quiet.  and i don’t know what to say.