Little Inklings 2023

ALEX ANSIN ’27 NO TOMORROW By: Maya Calle ’28 A strapping breeze, Sends a discreet Howl, through the trees. A hum, Portrayed by bees. A sweet little song Of sorrow Sung by the blue jay. For there could be No tomorrow. The weeping willows Dance, With the breeze, The bees, And the little song of Sorrow, For there Could be No tomorrow. The leaves Crush. As I step Through the brush. My hands clamor As they Touch the Breath of Wind, As The weeping willows Dance With the breeze, The bees, And the little song of Sorrow, For there Could be No tomorrow, The present Is all we can Follow. 22