Create an `` Omelas ''

Golden waves undulate through the field as a soft wind moves across the pliant ripened grain, stalks drooping toward the rolling hills beneath. Roots grab hold of the rich loam, untilled by stone nor steel, ever sweetened by the westward mountain thaw. Broad oaks dot the landscape as stalwart green sentinels punctuating the seemingly interminable amber landscape, on which their long shadows fall. Twin creeks, wrought with the alpine's summer lament, sew the panorama into a picturesque scene. 
 
 Through the tall barley a stag meanders. With stomach full, his aim is revelry in the countryside beneath his cloven hooves. The grain reaches for his shoulders as his sauntering carves a pathway through the pasture. Happening upon its visage reflected in the mirror-like plane of a creek the creature dips its mouth into the cool flowing water, drinking heartily. As the ellipses of the contorting surface subside a `` V'' of billowing clouds drag across the resonated water's surface. The stag casts his head upward. 
 
 Booming thunder rolls high above as a step-stone fusillade marches flames upon the land; streaks in the sky.
