Imagine:

If the earth were as small as a beach ball, floating a few feet above the ground, so close we could touch it.

People would come from far and wide to marvel at it.

We would be fascinated by its tiny oceans, rivers and waterfalls; its mountains, valleys and meadows.

We would be enraptured by its changing colours, seasons and its journey.

We would be intrigued by the millions of species of animals and plants, all interconnected and interdependent.

We would be in awe of each microscopic life, all fitting together in a jigsaw puzzle of harmony.

Each creature would be fascinating, complete and intrinsically valuable as an individual.

Every one of them would be loved by every one of us.

A tiny sliver of precious gas would surround this globe, giving every living being oxygen to breathe.

We would cherish the small and the large, the seen and the unseen, equally.

We would do anything to protect it.

We would know, intuitively, that it was a treasure beyond our imagination.

We would not allow it to be injured or vandalised.

We would touch it gently, not leaving a mark. We would nourish and we would love it.

If the earth were as small as a beach ball.......