For Every Bird Is The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every min that the sun touch a rose for a heart will feel the touch of respect but when one see a bird thus the bird will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but just to look to the sky for what one see is the eyes of the angel that sparkle in the night but when there the sun for there a heart that wish for respect and yet for every bird is the angel of respect.



Where there a full new moon thus one will see a twinkle in the night sky with the touch of respect for the more one see the twinkle in the sky the more stars will shine in the night with the touch of respect but just to feel the night breeze that whisper in the air will fill a heart with the touch of respect and yet for every bird is the angel of respect.



Another night and yet for every star that touch the night sky shall fill the night air but who will feel the touch of respect that one feel from the sun but yet it's the angel that one feel just to feel the touch of a rose is like feeling the light of life that touch once heart with respect but where there happiness thus there a heart that wish for respect and yet for every bird is the angel of respect.



Thus the night the moon touch the night sky with the touch of respect that will fill a heart for one who wish for the touch of respect but just to be touch by a rose is like being touch by the angel of respect but for every star is the angel of respect that fill the night air night after night for one feel the night breeze that whisper in the air and yet for every bird is the angel of respect.