In the dark of the night as I rested on my bed, I dreamed a most wonderful dream. I found my self in a town called Greenville, in the kingdom of Green. It was a glorious age. Environmentalism had won the day. Polluters and spoilers of Mother Earth had been subdued and the age of Green peace had come at last.
No dams blocked Her rivers. No coal mines scared Mother's face. No coal fired steam plants soiled Her air. No Nuclear plants poisoned Her beloved Environment. No oil wells or platforms spoiled my view and no crude oil was drawn from Her sacred Body. No cars or trucks fouled Her blue skies. No vile chain saws were heard devouring her precious trees. No contractors were allowed to cover Her fair face with their ghastly creations of wood, brick and mortar.
Everyone lived in harmony with the Land. There were no extravagant houses to heat, cool or illuminate. No cows, sheep, horses, mules or donkeys were raised lest they destroy Her ozone with their methane emissions. No meat was eaten in this paradise as all the creatures were classed as endangered species A few of these creatures were displayed to remind the people of the wasteful habits of the past. Children enjoyed seeing them along with elephants and zebras. Gathering nuts, roots and berries made for strong robust physical bodies. It was a simple but beautiful and happy life. People walked to their destinations. No ugly roads of concrete or asphalt disfigured Mother's lovely face. Walking made all of them a much healthier people. The people had learned the fine art of making clothing of vines, green leaves and bark. No farming of cotton or flax was allowed since such crops deplete the precious soil and the use of fertilizers is forbidden.
They slept on the ground, on beds of pine needles, under the spreading bows of trees. The fresh air is invigorating. Nights are brisk and as no fires are allowed to pollute the air in Greenville, the people have learned to stay warm by huddling together like birds. They had defused the population bomb with their one child rule and abortion. This greatly reduced the pressure on Mother's resources. Without electricity they entertained themselves by remembering the old days of pollution and congratulating themselves on their ecological attainments.
Good King Alfred, the Green Giant, ruled over this utopian state and made sure that no alien polluter was allowed to spoil its pristine beauty. No taxes were need as all needed funds were raised by selling carbon offsets.
Alas, just as I was getting acclimated to life in this lovelyparadise, I awoke to the sun's bright rays and had to face the harsh realities of another day in our polluted Arizona.
John Waddey
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