Their hands are tiny as they rest in yours
Barely able to steady their glass of milk
Yet, within the little ones
Lies a bright hope for the future
That one day those same hands will heal and embrace
Those that are in need physically and emotionally

Their voices signal innocence and usher in joy
Echoing in free giggles and high pitched excitement
Yet, within the little ones
Lies a bright hope for the future
That one day those same voices will speak powerfully
Of a freedom for, and a respect between, all people

Their legs are now too small for long strides
Instead, they move forward at a steady trot to keep pace
Yet, within the little ones
Lies a bright hope for the future
That one day those same legs will take wondrous strides
Towards bringing a bond of peace between all nations

Their eyes gaze in awe and youthful curiousity
At the beauty of colorful rainbows and dazzling fireworks
Yet, within the little ones
Lies a bright hope for the future
That one day those same eyes will gaze in awe
At the beauty of a nation's proud heritage

They are the precious children
Though they are tiny, yet they will one day be mighty
In whatever they set their hands to do
And whatever message their voices carry to the world
Wherever their legs might take them
And whatever beauties they fix their eyes to gaze upon