Poem - In Changing Ways

Yoyo. Years, it seems, have passed since the last blog post. But summer is nigh! Hold on, sweet internet passerby! Fluency was never a strength, but frequency is on the way. 

Also, here's a poem I wrote a couple of months ago. Tell me what it means!

 

There was no definition, nor color,

No changes, no change,

Just the silhouette of a spine

That bends backwards.

 

It stands before an oak, a great oak,

I can't imagine it doing so much longer,

There are tongues in the grass,

Lean back we say the oak is too great,

 

But the spoils of sitting are numerous,

And I have not courage to lick,

But He does, and each day He

Does, in changing ways.