Footprints In Carbon

The village was nestled on the coast by itself, as if God had put it there all alone, on a shelf. The residents were isolated just like the town, and universally uninformed from the top on down. It was no longer a lavish seaside resort, gone were the badminton and racquetball courts. It was a mere shell of its former glory and wonder, as if a great storm had come and tore it asunder. And in the village an old man remembered when he was a boy, how he played with wooden sticks, Lincoln logs, tinker toys. Then came toys made of plastic so shiny and new. There were so many you could tear one up, and replace it with two. And that was just the tip of an iceberg of stuff that has grown bigger and bigger cause it's never enough. When the little boy grew up he bought his first car that could outrun the men who wore the tin stars. He was hooked on the speed and the style and the flash. What a bargain he thought to get so much for so little cash. Back then very few cared if cars damaged the planet; they were fast, looked good and were a great chick magnet! Soon the young man got married and in the blink of an eye, the grandkids have him thinking about that uneven sky. The one that lets too many sun's rays come in. the one that has worn the polar ice sheets too thin The one that won't let him leave this earth as he found it, with food and water for all and God's halo around it. Now he worries and frets, what can one person do, that could make any difference in this environmental snafu? Then a light bulb came on in his troubled mind. I will get the ball rolling and lots of people will follow and find, that the earth is too fragile to treat just any old way, then maybe, just maybe the whole village will make everyday Earth Day.