Little Inklings 2023

35 As a seed, One is born. And to proceed, One mustn’t be torn. A sprout Is what happens next. Without a doubt, It is becoming complex. As you touch the tender body Of this delicate sprout, You think bravely Of neither sorrow nor doubt. You think of happiness, You think of love. You think of peace, Like that of a dove. When you were a sprout, You had a curious mind. When you were in doubt, The other trees were your guide. A sapling One comes to be. Rapidly maturing In nature’s spree. As you run your fingers Along the stronger stem, You realize you enjoy to linger With nature once again. FOREVER SEEDS By: Isabella Stewart ’28 Grow your mind, Little sapling. And you’ll find, You know what is happening. Finally, One becomes a full-grown tree. Showing off prettily The vast array of leaves. You are now young, But no longer small. You are new to the world, But not afraid at all. Take care, Young tree. And you will find, That you are happy deep inside. As time keeps going, One becomes a snag. With all its leaves falling Down with a drag. We all know The growth comes to an end. And we all know It commences again. For as a seed The next is born. From the remains Of the one who is now gone.