Whilst the mist fall
Wiped the window
From this far I could see
Framed hanging picture
Not a modern art, amaze
A view, take my soul with
The talent to portray nature
The beauty, the naked truth
Once man's exploited mind,
Increased thrive for progress
Led to destroy the essence
The source he grew up
Found shelter upon, betrayed
He's ashamed now, to touch
With his bare foot or finger
To feel the poisoned mother
He's brave, to let her bleed
By his vicious weapons