Can you identify any three metaphors frost uses in the poem birches? change the metaphors that you found into similes.

Here are three metaphors from "Birches" by Robert frost. Change them into similes. As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. not one was left For him to conquer.

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