This is a poem I had to write for English, based on Shakespheres poem Sonnet 18
Hope you enjoy!
Shall I compare thee to a crescent moon?
Thou art more wholesome, more bright, more alive.
Living mammals find hidden rest for noon,
And blinding darkness takes place of the sky;
Sometime the night creatures live scarce: away,
And still, the man of the moon hides his face;
And silently dusk dies and turns to day,
The feeling of season put in its place;
But thy sun dimm’d day wakes to a new morn,
Natural elegance gives way to grace;
Bright light arises to a day reborn,
Thou history pass this tale a duty;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this give life to thee.
