Perfectland
Cool, soft rain and warm caressing sunshine was the only weather. No one had to worry about winds whipping shelters to and fro, destroying everything in their paths. People almost forgot the fear of pelting rains and lightening storms to destroy the perfect nature. Some days, the sky was unspoiled by clouds, and the sun gently lit up the earth. Other days a light, but cheerful gray covered the sky, but allowed the sun’s light to shine through.
Trees were allowed to live in harmony with people, and stood proud among the landscape. People kept the land clean and free of litter, although the occasional refuse pile for bones, nutshells, or seeds as well as human waste hidden in the forests. There were no plastic, glass, or paper containers strewn about the backwoods. The oceans were a blue-gray and had no refuse lying on the sides by the shore as an after thought. One could almost see the fish swimming, waiting to catch their breakfast on the surface. Various colors swam under the water, flitting back and forth in and out of sight. Sand was soft and faded gently into water; the water would leave fragile lines where it kissed the shore.
Some of the predators helped the humans get food, but mostly the animals left them alone. They lived with each other, only taking enough food for from another species for themselves or a pack and leaving the rest to tend their ways. The animals lived anywhere, and were seen often by the shores and the forest, though occasionally they would venture out to the fields or human villages. They did not terrorize the people and the people generally left them alone.
Children would come during their daily play sessions and try to play with the animals; the parents weren’t afraid because they knew the animals wouldn’t hurt the children. People lived believing what they wanted and didn’t force people to believe what they believed. The civilizations were excellent at weaving and painting and would use these as money. They would often have something another person made and so no one had anything someone else didn’t; there was no need for crime. The people lived their lives creating masterpieces and watching children, contently in paradise.
