Concrete.

Today in class, we're learning about poetry. One type of children's poetry is called Concrete, which is when the poem is in the shape of the subject.

My group did a tree. The poem itself is kind of lame, but whatevs:

"Trunk of brown
Towards the ground
with leaves of green
sway in the breeze
roots in the dirt
holds the tree to earth."

Tomorrow is Friday thankfully, which is when I just wind down and relax.

Back-blipped.