Today’s writing exercise is: “Write a personification of some non-human entity”.

The old oak tree stood like a silent sentinel on the hill, its gnarled fingers reaching up to the bruised sky. It had seen centuries pass, each one leaving another wrinkle in its rough, bark skin. It remembered a time when the world was younger, when the wind whispered secrets in a language it understood, and the sun felt like a gentle hand on its leaves. Now, it just watched, a stoic observer in a world that had forgotten how to listen to the quiet wisdom of the earth. It sighed, a rustle of leaves that was barely a sound, and settled in to wait for the next season’s change, its deep roots gripping the earth like a firm anchor against the relentless march of time.