For this tree loves everybody it is bright, it is lovely, it is … short truncated yet hopeful all the colours of the rainbow This tree does not care who you **** or what you put in to which hole This tree has no holes, no cracked old bones just a spectrum, a bole covered in a gentle bark no reprimand, no judgement, an open elemental heart It has no plateau of leaves to offer shelter but it is here and it loves you whether you care for the woods, for the rain or not This tree loves everybody Its bark is deep, it is cracked, it is flawed and though it is aged and short, truncated by fate and the nature of this place it is unbowed echoing all that we hope will come to pass, for this tree is yours it grows all the colours of the rainbow Let it brighten your grey sky grey day Let it remind you that things may yet change Let it smile for you when you can't raise enough brightness inside to chase away all that we've lost, all that we fight for For this tree loves everybody and so can we all, so can we all, so can we all
I came across a rainbow painted tree stump when strolling through the city. No sign, no placement or refined purpose to it. It simply was, a simple statement of support for gay rights? Perhaps, perhaps it was just a painted tree stump... and it made me smile.