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National Geographic


Every time I open to a page. My heart breaks. My mind aches. I want revenge. I see another dying beauty. Because of man. Because of demand. I want revenge. One more housing development goes up. Another dead. Over population spread. I want revenge. I adventure the world through National Geographic's camera lens. I delight in the sight. Until the article's end. I see the trend. I want revenge.
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