And the bush has friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him, In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended, And at night the wonderous glory of the everlasting stars.
Banjo Paterson (1889)
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Don't Mess With Nature
Some pictures I could not resist in posting. If nature realizes how badly we humans are stuffing up the planet and gets organized, we are in trouble.