In the heart of a forest, vibrant and light,
Precious young children play with eyes shining bright.
Each one a keen learner, a marvel to behold,
Learning multiple languages, bold and untold.
In English they giggle, in Spanish they play,
In French they sing songs to brighten the day.
In Polish they count, under the sun’s golden rays,
Their tongues practise words, in a fun language maze.
Oh, the joy of language, the thrill of the word,
In the voices of children, the whole world is heard.
From every corner of earth, they each bring their peace,
In their voices, the future, could boundaries cease?
In Welsh they question, in Italian they reply,
In Arabic they dream, gazing at the same sky.
In Farsi they whisper in the soft afternoon,
Loving the dance of language, they sing of the moon.
Oh, the joy of language, the power of speech,
In the hearts of young children, there’s so many to reach.
With every new word, a fresh hope unfurls,
In the mouths of the children, their future swirls.
So, here’s to the children, learning languages with glee,
In every word and phrase, they’re as free as can be.
In the heart of a garden, with the sun’s gentle kiss,
Children are chattering, it’s a moment of bliss.