Yellow sky. Boy running down a hill. Smog world. City exhaust. Arm-pit air. Green grass for contrast. Green grass, treated to kill weeds (and anything wild, for that matter). Green grass like outdoor carpeting. Green grass to help us lie to ourselves that nature still lives in our midst. Green grass to help us deny we are killing the earth. To distract us from the reality that we are running out of wild space. We are running out of elephants. We are running out of glaciers. Yellow sky. Green grass. Boy running down a hill and out of time. Prophets condemn the profits of industry. Profits silence the prophets of God's kingdom. Yellow skies turning red. Green grass is dead. Small elves in business suits and paint brushes rub their brush along each dead leaf of grass. Boy running by. Running out of time.