Day After Day Thus The Birds Will Sing For Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when the sun raise thus every rose will bloom in full with the touch of respect but just to see a bird thus the bird sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect that will fill once heart yet when it night for the sky is clear but every min that one wish for respect thus one will see a star that sparkle in the night but when the moon shine for it's the angel that fill the moon and yet day after day the more one feel the sun thus it will warm a heart with the touch of respect by the angel of the night and yet day after day thus the birds will sing for respect.



For one who feel the sun thus for what one feel is the sun of respect thus it's the angel that fill the morning sun with the touch with respect but to the family respect mean a lot to the one for who wish for the touch of respect but every min that one feel the sun thus the sun shall warm the heart that wish for the touch of respect but yet when the night come for one will feel the light of life touching once heart with the touch of respect he more one feel the light of life the stronger respect will get and yet day after day thus the birds will sing for respect.



For when the sun shine thus one feel the touch of a rose that been touch with respect to fill a heart some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect or every heart that wish for respect somewhere there a angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night with the touch of respect just to feel the morning breeze that whisper thus the birds will sing for a heart that wish for respect the more the birds sing the more the rose will bloom by the sun light of light of respect and yet day after day thus the birds will sing for respect.



Thus where there a warm smile for it's the sun that will warm a heart with respect for every touch of respect he more one shall see the stars of the night with a sparkle in the night but for who will feel the sparkle of the night with respect when one wish for the touch of respect is like catching a falling star eve moment that one look to the night sky for one shall see the angel of respect with a smile that will warm a heart with respect and yet day after day thus the birds will sing for respect.