 Gwdaydd i gymryd â'r cymdeithasol ynghylch i'n gwrthoedd a'r cymdeithasol yn enthylch Cymru yn y rastafell Ffostrafulton, cymdeithasol ynghylch i'r Cyfnod. Gwdayddiant. Arddod wrth gwrs yn gwnaeth gwirionedd yn ddechrau, ac yn ddod yn gwrthod, rydyn ni'n gweld i weld i chi ni gynnalu sicr oedden nhw i'n dychmo. Closing your eyes and imagine the shape of her eyes, the curve of his smile, the sound of their laughter called a mind, the way he smells, the way she feels, and that look they give you that says, I've had just about enough. If you can hold that face, that feeling, that love, then consider this, 100 trillion cells, 7 million years of evolution, 40 weeks gestation, years of love and lessons and laughter, tears no doubt too, have gone into that one person you brought to mind who holds your heart. Now consider this, our planet home holds over 7 billion souls. Every single one a unique one off never to be repeated ever again creation. We are over 7 billion and behind every number is somebody's name and behind every statistic is somebody's story, dream, unique purpose. That's where we're from, our first thought wasn't Edinburgh, Glasgow, South Carolina or Scotland, but I'm a citizen of planet earth, I'm part of a global neighborhood, intricately interrelated, one family and indivisible, as vast as the ocean, as intimate as a face, a smell, a feeling, a touch. Them and us is a myth we can no longer afford to tolerate. Never has it been more important for the world to embrace this truth. No one is an only child. Scotland though small is a beacon. Climate justice grounded and know them and us. So will we stretch for what's necessary rather than settle for what's feasible now? Will we embed policies that cherish those who are pushed to the margins even when it means all of us moving over? A small part of something bigger. Thank you for governing us well. When decisions loom, look wide, salty drop in a deep blue ocean, grain of sand on an endless white beach, leaf on a tree in a vast majestic forest, pedal in a sea of poppies, blade of grass in a field green and growing, we're part of something bigger. Note in a song, voice in a choir, instrument in a symphony of sound, word on a page, chapter in a story, character in an evolving saga, facing a crowd, one in a million or a billion or seven or eight, part of something bigger. Being human depends on others to be human with. So let's embrace our interdependency. And when decisions loom, look wide. Thank you.