For Every Tree For The Angel Touch It With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus or every moment that one see a tree for one will see a bird that will touch the blue sky with the touch of respect but yet for every bird that one see is the angel of respect just to feel the morning breeze thus the breeze shall whisper threw the tree that been touch with respect but when the morning sun raise thus one will feel the sun that will warm once heart and yet for every tree for the angel touch it with respect.


But when one feel the morning sun thus the birds shall sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect yet every tree that been touch with respect is like touching once heart that wish for the touch of respect thus for every tree that been touch is like a heart that need to feel the touch of respect but yet for every heart there a warm smile that shine like the sun that touch the sky with respect and yet for every tree for the angel touch it with respect.


For where there the morning sun for one shall see the birds of the angel for who will fill a heart with the touch of respect but every min that one wish for the touch of respect the more moon shall shine in the night yet the more one wish for the touch of respect the more one will feel a war smile that will touch a heart that wish for respect and yet for every tree for the angel touch it with respect.



For where there a warm smile thus every warm smile is the smile of the angel that touch the tree with respect just to look in the eyes of the angel is like looking to the morning sun that will warm once heart just to feel respect is like feeling the light of life that mean a lot to the family that ill the air but for when the moon raise thus the night breeze will whisper in the air and yet for every tree for the angel touch it with respect.