I hear childhood singing.

I hear childhood singing,
The sounds are loud in my ear.
The small children are singing,
Their laughter is all anyone wants to hear.
The chains on swings are singing,
While they wait in the rustling wind to be loved once again.
The sound of small feet are singing,
Running from their gated playpens.
The sun is singing,
Shining down on all of the happy children playing outside.
The soft grass is singing,
Protecting the children from the scorn displayed worldwide.
The fathers are singing,
Helping their sons and daughters mature and grow.
The mothers are singing,
Teaching their sons and daughters everything they need to know.
These children will one day be looking back at their exultant past,
Wondering why the years had to pass by so extremely fast.