Above the green hills the sky blue danced with the slow gracefullness that was the clouds, moving slowly, serenely, watching down upon the grass and the world inhabited. And the world slowly grew as the clouds continued to move, as quickly as that world grew.
But there came a time when the world grew threatening, and the blue sky, with the clouds of white that danced across it, was filled with the buzz and hum of aeroplanes as they flashed in the sun, going hither and fro to drop their bombs on the people who lived in the cities that sprung from the green grass.
And then silence.
The sky was blue again. The red which ran across the sky from dawn to dusk melted off the clouds, slipped through the grass and into the ground. The grass grew as slowly as it ever did as the world was watched by the sky above as the clouds of white danced slowly through it.