For Every Bird That Fly To The Sky Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when the sky is blue thus one shall see a bird that touch the sky with respect for the bird is the angel of the night and yet every morning that one feel the morning breeze that whisper respect thus it shall fill the heart of one but for every bird that fly to the sky of respect.


Thus where the birds fly for there is respect just to see the sun is like seeing the angel for who's heart is fill with respect but for every min that a bird touch the sky for one feel the respect like if a rose fill once heart for who's heart will feel the touch of respect yet for every bird that fly to the sky of respect.


Just to be touch by the angel of the night sky is like being touch by a rose that been fill with respect but yet every touch of respect for it get stronger when one look to the sky for a bird is being touch with respect but every min that a bird is touch with respect thus for every bird that fly to the sky of respect.


For where there a warm smile thus one feel the touch of the sun that been fill with respect just to see the sun for who's eyes will sparkle in the night yet when the bird touch the sky of respect is the angel that fill once heart yet for every bird that fly to the sky of respect.