Can you hear the rush of the business world when the sun wakes up the sky? Can you hear the cries of a little girl when she asks the question, why? Why must we spend time with her? Why is there excuse? If the children are our future, what do we have to lose? Can you hear the voice of a little child when their questions seem absurd? Can you hear the voice of a little child when inquisition strikes a nerve? Why must we be impatient with them? Why must we cut them short? Let us listen, spend a little time and hear a child's report. Can you hear the roll of the thunder as the white clouds turn to gray? Can you hear the sobs of a little boy when there's sorrow and dismay? Why must we be dismissive with him? Why must he be strong? Is he allowed to shed a tear when all to him is wrong? Can you hear the voice of a little child when he wants to share his day? Can you hear the sound of a troubled home when parents are in fray? Why does one pretend he's not there? Why must he be ignored? Can we stop and look into his eyes and see what they implore? If the children are our future, what do we have to lose? There's mystery in every voice. There's beauty in every youth. We must strive to have an ear to hear the voice of a precious child. Come listen with an open mind. Sit down and chat a while.