Tree Personification Poems

I am easily recognized by my colors of green and brown beautifying the planet.
I am a much beloved and living canopy under the beautiful blue...

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English oak tree, named Quercus robur; though known as Her Majesty now
Named Majesty of the Woods; etiquette requires in my presence one must bow
Growing my...

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    I AM A TREE
                 ...

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My branches, my leaves, wave in many directions
   delicate empathy-seekers, they reach out
   to the four corners of the world
 ...

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The contours cascading from the higher Himalayan slope
hold me, the upstanding cone of jade, a coniferous pine,
gilded in gold soaked from the swathe of glistened...

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This oak tree and me, we’re made of the same stuff.. Carl Sagan


why lean on my
unmoving breast?

breathe my rest...
climb my milieu...

hull me out
an adventure.

soar amidst
the...

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Sun peeks from behind tree line.
Soft remnant of cold day
Which did not warm up until late afternoon.

Last bit of optimism
Slipping away fast 
With glimmer of...

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and for our fifth anniversary, wood;
at that age love’s roots are hopeful, flexible,
damp: feeling fresh earth with fingers 
stretching and toes padding. A landscape found.

My...

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I bear the scars of axes
forgotten loves
lost rings consumed
in fiery conflagration
rooted in the past
leafless in the present
reaching into the future.
Wars have torn me
taken my offspring
clouded...

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Many years ago I lived in the National Forest I had over 100 rings around, each of the rings meant I was another year old....

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Where I come from
It’s dark and quiet
Eleven months of the year
Then one fine day
Everything changes
All of a sudden
It’s bright and snowing
And I come to life
After...

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I am the biggest and the strongest of all the wild cats.
No I do not live in Africa. Sheesh! Why would you ask that?
You can...

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Me and me be a baobab tree,
yes siree
I and I have very long longevity ...
no ma’am,
this bark speak no rot falsity

A thousand years seems like
only...

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"I Say To The"
Can you see me? 
Your eyes open but not wide.
Ears finding sound tho the message still hides.
Things we take for granted on...

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A slow unravelling of features
And personality on the mountain slopes
By play between clouds and Sun
Two hours of matchless play
My heart in a body paralyzed
Such is...

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I came in a tattered old box,
the grand size of a man's shoe box.
I knew that I was unwanted,
around a big empty house I wandered.
On...

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Wisteria winding along its trunk,
weaving a way to the sun —
squinting with anticipation.

The tree wrapped tight —
squeezed with a wisteria boa.
His only escape is to...

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I am nature,
soul of a mountain,
buried under a billion snowflakes.

I float like butterflies,
from petal to petal.
As cinereal clouds clear,
under a glistening sunrise,
I illuminate like a...

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My body feels tired and weak as I sit and perch in my tree
My feathers are wet and heavy, I think this is the end...

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When do mistakes happen? 
What makes a miracle real?
Who decides what value is worth? who thought of us? who painted the canvass of hills that...

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