Tree Personification Poems

I am the granddaddy of this tree line
Used to be the strongest, mightiest evergreen here
The others sprung up renegade, one by one
Now I am but...

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trees lined up like an army
on the side of the hill,
looking beautiful and worn,
clean-shaven for Winter
and still in the cold —
under the moonlight
this is but...

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I feel proud of my heritage, love being an oak.
We are majestic, but not haughty. 
Nurturing, but in an aloof, comfortable way.
I am a haven...

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Look over here, I am a sweet little chickadee
I am perched on a branch singing my melody
A playful sweet chorus of chick a dee, dee,...

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Looking out at the old oak  tree in my front yard today, I see myself as she is, stripped of all my former beauty...

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moon watched the man 
wondering at his intent
man stared back without feelings
on autopilot unaware of his plight

tree gave man counsel
without effort, but always caring
oak handles...

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The prettiest trees held an emergency meet.
Lucinda found out and brought each one a treat.
The meet was to scare tree Lucinda away.
They agreed to shelf...

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One of four acorns waits in the hatcher;
is he afraid of the cold air outside?
Others around him make gains in stature
while he shows strong signs...

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The hobbled tree has lost her greenery,
and I, undoubtedly, am not the sun,
so why, then, is she reaching out to me?

Perhaps the fall of shadows...

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Within the oak tree, I have settled here
Whilst aureate sun peeks between the leaves.
My chirping song is heard roosting from top;
Can you see me; beguiling...

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I am not tamed,
I stay in my nest
I fly to east or west;

I can chant beautiful melody
They are alike soothing songs, 
Blowing wind embrace my...

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After the chill, a cheery Robin, I return to fly low,
as the migratory charming songbird of the season,
in the rippling crispy breeze of the sparkling...

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I was on a plantain branch
Cra cra… Cra cra.. Craa..
She put her bangles on a rock
Glimpse of gold, shined my eyes
I took it and flew...

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In November I'll keep a low profile
Humans kill my kind so I must use guile
If I gobble to a mate
I'll be on a dinner plate
I...

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P - Perched on  a fruit bearing tree you will see me
A - Attracting everyone with my alluring colours
R - Ripe fruits are my...

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