The sky looks blue and the clouds are white. The sun is golden and the wind is soft and warm from the south. Fields are flowing with color of wild flowers. Birds are singing songs of mirth and serenity. Fires burn out of control and the sky is black with smoke. The corpses of half burned animals litter the ground. No song birds can be heard, just the crackle of fire and the sound of death. The wind whips up a furious fire storm and the smoke chokes the life out of every living thing. Both are possible futures for human kind, which one will we choose.