Solar's Poem

Tungkol

Imagine a ball a few feet across and floating above the ground. Imagine swirling green and blue: with big pools of water constantly shifting, little pools and water flowing - rushing and meandering - between the pools. Imagine the ball frozen on opposite ends and spinning silently. Imagine a surface between the pools with holes of boiling redness and cool icy spikes. Imagine the ball swathed in a fog as soft as silk and lit with the brightest light. Imagine a million million tiny creatures living on the ball, and moving over its surface. People would come from everywhere to marvel at the ball. They would be filled with awe and declare it sacred as it was the only one, and they would protect it so that it would not be hurt, or its eternal secrets lost. The ball would be the greatest wonder known to people, they would gain knowledge, know beauty and compassion and wonder. People would love it and defend it with their lives. If only Earth was just a few feet across...........