(A Shakespearean Sonnet)
Alessandro Grech
We wait for summer all the year,
And forget the days in winter's cold,
And we take away our winter’s tears
And it will be this way until we're old.
A refreshing wind blowing gently through the trees,
Walking along the beach during sunrise,
Sitting on the terrace to feel the stunning breeze,
Seeing many creatures but mostly butterflies.
Lying under a tree, picking clovers,
Watching the films I like all day,
Watching the clouds over and over,
Thinking what type of game I am going to play.
If life were perfect summer would never end
And all our days in sunny climes we'd spend.
Below is another example of Copy Change. This time the theme is the environment