What if the world stopped spinning?
If it just stood still on its axis and refused to move?
If at every latitude and longitude, the sun and moon stayed still?
What if somewhere it is always sunrise and somewhere else the sun is always setting?
What if some live forever in total darkness and others in unrelenting light?
What if the earth just took a stand and said, “I will not turn once more, not one degree, not even the 100th of a degree, until you learn to love me?”
What if the earth were to shout to us, “I have done all I will do for you. I will not provide succulent morsels for your wasteful tongues after you rape me with violence and pollution?”
What if she told us that she was finished with the struggle, that it just was not worth it anymore?
What if she screamed in anger and in pain, “I have no more tears to shed for you. You have hurt me more than I am willing to endure. You come to me for everything you need and give nothing in return.”
What if she said in a voice full of despair, “ It is too hard to sustain life when you choose to kill and maim each other as a way to solve problems.”
“I can not keep spinning. I will no longer enable you to destroy us both. I have given all I have to give. It is your turn now.”
What if in the bright light of the un-turning world we could never stop seeing all that we have taken from her, if we were forced to stare at desolation?
What if in the perpetual darkness we could never again see the beauty of a flower, a tree, a mountain stream, waves breaking on the sand?
What if some lived in the glory of an eternal dawn or the beauty of an eternal sunset, knowing that the rest of the world would never ever see it?
If it was you, could you stand to know that you were one of the few to be so lucky?
Knowing that so many are denied light and so many others never given the respite of the dark?
What if we had no choice? What if the earth just stopped giving? What if there was nothing we could do to change her mind?
No pleading, no promises, no planting trees, no conserving energy, no cleaning polluted waters, no small gestures to show we care.
Would we realize how small these gestures are? Would we be sorry that we did not do more?
What if it was too late? What if the world just couldn’t take it anymore?