Gypsy Rose Leaf

"Women who strip off their clothes are the latest weapon deployed by the "timber mafia" in the jungles of eastern India to help them illegally cut down trees. The women surround male guards and disrobe as the men try to protect the forests, embarrassing them into fleeing."

Hey, it's a job....

or as more eloquently stated by Joyce Kilmer:

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.