Not much of a story to tell

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away where the bane of man had come and gone a toad hopped upon a rock. A stork flapped hard his spread wings to come softly to a stall. Clouds parted high above the land and bright beams warmed all they touched. Oaks, maples, and beech trees strained to grow higher and higher and higher still. Worms squirmed as boars tore through dirt looking for a mud covered feast. Green stalks of reeds sway in a midsummer day wind, pushing past all in its path. Dolphins jumped and rams bumped. All was how it should be, and although nothing was around that acknowledged it at the moment, everything was content.

Ages earlier, holes were dug with metal spades into the earth which kept at bay the advancing 'enemy'. Lines of people shot, stabbed and bombed; all innocent save the innocent. Now theres nothing to show for ourselves. No memory. Some scraps of paper, maybe. A bone here, a stone there... what? To prove that we had commited ourselves to rule, not to reason? Good job humanity. Gold star.