We came upon a beautiful, priceless portrait of a Woman:

Her eyes were radiant as the cosmic stars,
more luminous than all the suns and moons She looked upon.

Her smile was the rainbow, after a summer rain.
Her laughter was the music of rippling brooks and singing birds.

Her hair was thick and voluminous, like young forests and lush, green fields.
It cascaded down Her shoulders, like rivers running over distant hills.

Her hands were made to give,
food, water, precious gems.
Her graceful feet held firm and tight, yet softer than fine soil, in spite of Her might,

Then we Possessed Her,
we stole the sunshine from Her eyes,
Her smile we turned to a bloody gash.
Her hair we pulled out by its roots,
Her hands we chopped with axes and saws,
Her feet we dug up with advanced machines.

When we were done with Her,
we labeled the portrait - “Mother Earth.”