Similes

Do you remember what a simile is? Can you explain why we use them in our writing? Can you use similes in your own writing? Try to spot the similes in this poem.

My Tree 

She lives with branches like arms

Wide and long they grow,

She sings her song of the wind.

Leaves rustling like nails clicking,

Little flakes of bark peeling just like the skins of desert rocks.

She feels wrinkly like a rhino’s skin,

She smells like flowers

And in the dead of night she waits…