An Eden, Once

It was a harsh land, but they were a people who could
turn it into gardens, so they flourished and generation
by generation they expanded their communities, building
a vibrant culture amid the canyons, the plateaus and
valleys, and had they any sense of history they might
still be there, but they had not, their sense of time
was determined by the movements of the heavens
and the heavens changed very little from year to year,
generation to generation, they had no sense of the
consequences of their actions, cutting down the forests
of ponderosa pines to build their homes and cities, planting
more and more corn to feed their expanding population.
In time, their Gods failed, water became scarce, the crops
declined, their culture collapsed and they disappeared
leaving only abandoned ruins to hint at what was,
to tantalize a different people who followed long time
 later, a people who have a different sense of history,
by creating their own history, by building new, greater
 cities, using nature’s resources fully and more efficiently,
 the greatest of all civilizations, believing that history
 is only about the past.

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