When the Yellowstone National Park Supervolcano finally erupted, the executives came together for one last board meeting.
From their tower of concrete and steel, they tallied the clouds and the sunbeams, and they asked themselves, when the supply of clean air and warm light ran low, could they bottle the sky and sell it back to us and offer us pennies to recycle the bottles?
Over catered club sandwiches with pepper jack cheese, they interviewed spring flowers and autumn leaves, and they asked themselves, when black snow blanketed the earth, could they box the black loam and rent it back to us, so we could feel it with our toes?
With cups of Fuji water over filtered ice, they measured the white rivers and the gray herons, and they asked themselves, when the magnitude eight earthquake destroyed the EPA, could they embed lead pipes beneath the limestone, draw Mother Earth's blood from her veins with unclean needles, offer her a free movie ticket and a juice box for her kind donation, while we wondered where the rivers went.
All excellent ideas, gentleman, said the CEO, as he froze to death, Unfortunately, Nestlé already beat us to it.