Daily #6: clover - industry snowdrops - hope Japanese kerria - thoughtlessness I can hardly even remember the different shades of green, from the fresh cut lawn grass to the deep redwood green it all blends together in a longing for something natural. I used to ignore the autumn leaves as they changed colors and the flowers my mother had planted in the front yard. And now all I wish for is one more glance at what no one will ever see again. We are trying to rebuild and nourish our world back to life, but there is no guarantee us humans will survive long enough to see it through till the end. There are less than 50,000 of us left, we all gather in the underground clover bunker. Had the scientist not had the foresight to construct it, none of us would be here. The clover bunker is an ironic name for it though, not a single flower bud, from snowdrops to japanese kerrias, grows within these walls, it's an industrial engineering wonder. Nothing can be wasted, used, or grown for any other purpose than survival and progress. It's a mentally draining but our only hope of survival. The days of sweet treats, shopping sprees and relaxation seem to be a distant memory from another planet. In fact it probably was another planet. The continents used to make up 30% of the earth's surface area now, the rising sea levels have shrunk our land to a mere 7%. We reside in the peaks of mount everest, it’s unfamiliar and isolated, but holds strange memories of our past. Everynow and then a body of an ambitious mountain climber will be discovered during our research periods where we study the progress of our planet's climate. What used to be the cold temperatures of mount everest have done a scarlying good job at preserving the bodies of the climbers, in our society such findings are triumphs and marks of our progress, the bodies are often put on display, along with the revoere gear and clothing. Most recently a young man was discovered, his face and body preserved like nothing we had ever seen before, he's dead and his eyes are eroded but the structure and fat on his face remains. And it he hasn't been preserved by humans, this was all done by nature, so much of nature's power is gone, at the hands of humans and now we struggle to bring it back. Words Count: 401
