“We no longer hunt in the forests... For the forests are no longer here.
We no longer fish in the seas... For the seas are no longer here.
We no longer gaze at the clouds... For the clouds are no longer here.
We no longer look to the future... For we no longer have one.”
The words were carved deep into the cliff face, an epitaph to a species no longer here.
The scorching breeze seemed to sigh with sadness as it swirled across the barren landscape, sadness for the loss of the beautiful world it once knew.
The three beings stared up at the strange symbols, uncomprehending, uncaring.
The taller of three turned and took a long, sweeping look at the cracked, baked ground, and the swirling sand devils.
It took a slow, deep, satisfying breath of the carbon monoxide rich atmosphere.
“The planet is perfect for habitation, start shipping the colonists.”
©2011 Stephen. J. Green.