When Man Continues To Destroy

Each Day Had A Tranquility A Timelessness About It So That You Wished It Would Never End. But Then The Dark Skin Of The Night Would Peel Off And There Would Be A Fresh Day Waiting For Us Glossy And Colorful As A Child's Transfer And With The Same Tinge Of Unreality.

Gradually The Magic Of The Island [corfu] Settled Over Us As Gently And Clingingly As Pollen.

They Were Maps That Lived, Maps That One Could Study, Frown Over, And Add To; Maps, In Short, That Really Meant Something.

In Conservation, The Motto Should Always Be 'never Say Die'.

When Man Continues To Destroy Nature, He Saws The Very Branch On Which He Sits Since The Rational Protection Of Nature Is At The Same Time The Protection Of Mankind