when a child speaks with confidence,
they don't speak alone
they speak the future,
civilization speaks
And when they fall silent in fear,
understand, an entire era
is silenced in its very first word
Walking with children is not following them,
but becoming a fellow traveler
on their paths,
where every leaf is a new script,
every ant line
the mathematics of the earth,
every sound a heartbeat
They show us again and again,
they show us again and again,
that the world is not yet created,
is being created every moment
and we want to imprison it within the walls of rigid rules
Children are not a heritage
they are the heartbeat of the present
They are soil
that needs support, not form
They are seeds that need not the fertilizer of violence, but the sunlight,
and the compassion of rain
If we can provide
the water of dialogue,
the shade of understanding,
and the warmth of love,
then the future will be written not with power, but with compassion
And it will be an era of humanity
where humans will be worthy of being called human
Otherwise a society will be formed
where children will be silent,
and the future will also be silent
But the noise of every mistake
will echo on the pages of history
