Little Inklings 2024

The daylight is leaving Dusk whispers a melancholy name A descent into the abyss A void of nothing claiming victory, covering everything Shrouding the world from light Like a blanket The darkness falls, the world sleeps And stars scatter over the sky There is no movement, and all seems lost, but then Dawn unfolds a white canvas Coloring it with pastel pink and the brightest gold As the sun’s warm embrace Envelopes the world In the quiet of the dawn, the sun’s golden harp Plucks rays of warmth, and the world awakes A new day’s start A NEW DAY By Georgia Bush ’29 12