Personification Poem

I am an Oak Tree
By S.H. Onyx


I am an oak tree.
Each morning, I open my eyes to a warming light.
I stretch while slowly winding and twisting my limbs.
I shade the saplings and bushes that spring up from my roots.

I am an oak tree.
I sing a rustling song and dance a graceful dance every Summer dawn.
The sunlight shimmers, reflecting off of the dew on my leaves.
As long as the wind blows, I do not sleep.

I am an oak tree.
I take turns reaching toward the clouds and the stars.
I stand prodigious and proud, while observing the vast forest,
And when the night falls, I am witness to it's secrets.

I am an oak tree.
I am shelter to the creatures of the earth-shaking spirit.
She casts lightning over the sky, so I duck my head.
After the storms, as I sway in the breeze, I can hear the rhythm of the woods.

I am an oak tree.
On special occasions, God paints my leaves a glorious shade of gold.
Soon afterward, ice crystals will slip through Zeus' fingers, showering my family and I.
In the cold, my branches sink from weariness, and the world is still and silent except the whisper of white rabbits.

I am an oak tree.
When mother sun returns, I will radiate energy, renewed after a long sleep.
I squint to search for butterflies, bouncing in the new mist.
Enclosed in my body for so long, my product is bountiful and sweet.

I am an oak tree.
If you listen closely, you will hear my heartbeat.
Do not forget the spirits that remain unseen.
I will stand here always, breathing each day's fresh air. I'll be waiting, watching, listening.