The wind whispered softly to the trees, A thousand stars blinked in the silent breeze. The moon frowned behind a cloud, As the river sang a song out loud. The mountains yawned as night began.
Personification
The storm roared like a lion in the sky, The rain fell so hard, the world could cry. The thunder cracked louder than a shout, The lightning flashed and chased the dark out. The waves were as tall as giant towers.
Hyperbole
The cold sun shone through the thick dark, A burning ice began to leave its mark. The stillness of the storm was wild, The soft wind was full of rage so mild. The quiet noise echoed in my ear.
Oxymoron
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