A+Sonnet+Poem

What Makes Us Different The sun of the day, the moon of the night. The sea of the bay, the speed of light. Their constant routine, they never change. I've briefly seen, any of their range. This astonishes me, their quality, so rare. I could never be, I would never dare. This is ok, I can't deny because that's what makes us differ, you and I. A Shakespearean Sonnet Poem