Personification is making something non-living have human characteristics. Writers, poets, cartoonists, and people in the everyday world use it often. For example, the computer is "user-friendly." The computer has just been given the human attributes of being friendly to users. Justice is personified as a blindfolded woman carrying a scale. A little chubby infant with wings and a bow personifies love.

Poets use personification often, but in less noticeable ways. "The mountains marched to the sea," "the moon turned her pale face," and "the trees reached for the sky" are just examples of these. The following is a poem I wrote containing many figures of speech. However, it contains quite a bit of personification. Please e-mail me to tell me what you think of this poem. Thank-you. Lost for Jealousy On a warm spring day After snow was dead and gone, The sun was weaving round the forest Playing her beautiful song

Her feet were nimble
Her song was high
Her hair a rainbow of colors
That led up to the sky

Where she touched it grew warm
Giving room for other to grow
The sun's touch was a strong change
After the turmoil of snow

Seeds turned into seedlings
Seedlings then into plants
The sun had affected everything
Form the massive bear to the smallest ant

As the plants turned into trees
Becoming beautiful and tall
They grew jealous of the sun's beauty
And decided that she must fall

Over the weeks that followed
The trees grew a blanket of leaves
Sun was denied entrance to the forest floor
None of her rainbow light beams

At first the sun did not notice
And felt pride for the beauty she had grown
Her light still danced down
Nor bothering to examine the leaves shown

When the sun looked down
Upon her kingdom one day
She saw what the plants had done
And that she was in a fray

Her strands of light no longer traveled down
They were blocked by a menacing sea of green
Now the forest curtsied
To a new style of queen.

But the envious sun
Did not so easily give in
She would claim her position back
Even if she had to sin

One dark, evil, evening
When moon had chased sun from the sky
She came up with a sinister plan
To win her throne back by

The day began like any other
The sunlight danced up above
Plants continued to block her light
Unaware of the plan with lack of love

The sun danced in the sky
Until the mid-day height
Then she turned on her feet and ran
Leaving only a trace of light

At first the trees were nervous
For the sun was gone
Only the trace of light was left
Of her joyous song

The sun ran and ran
Through the surface of the world
She was seeking something, looking for it
Something human-hurled.

Finally she found it
The weapon that she sought
A tiny piece of glass, small as a nail
A weapon to wipe out the lot

The sun's light suddenly can out again
And all trees sighed with relief
She was not at all mad with them
Or so was their belief

But now because the sun's light was on
The weapon was in the bright
And as her rays hit the glass
Dry leaves began to ignite

All of a sudden the sun
Who was very jealous indeed
Threw her rays into the forest
Everything was as dry as she pleased

'Now you are mine!' she laughed cynically
As the fire continued to spread
Every leaf, branch and barked burned
The animals cowered and fled

But the trees could not uproot their roots
And were left in the soil where they grew
The fire began to lap at their trunks
The forest was not like what they knew

The forest had converted to a burning hell
As the fire raged on
Fire raced through the forest at the crack of a whip
To the sun's joyous song

At the sound of the song of the sun
The trees guess who had created the monster
Their bark was being eaten hungrily
Embers as red as a lobster.

The trees were eaten alive
In their sad and sorry state
Slowly and slowly they died
To watch the sun stayed out late

Slowly the fire died down
To embers, then to coals, then it left
Black ashes spread out in the wind
But the sun laughed and hit treble clef

Many months later
After the winter snow
A small seedling sprouted
With the dream to grow.