The Night Respect Touch The Night Air. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one wish to feel the touch of respect and yet one look to the sky thus one see a bird that been fill with respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect just to feel the morning sun for it feel like the touch of respect but yet the night respect touch the night air.


For every bird that one see is the angel of respect yet every bird sing to touch the air with respect but for the night that one wish for the touch of respect for one see the moon light that will light up the night sky thus every star that one see is the family of Star bucks yet the night respect touch the night air.


Just to feel the morning breeze is like being touch by a rose that is fill with love and yet to feel the warmth of the sun is like feeling a warm smile that shine like the sun but yet for every rose that one see will bloom in full with the touch of respect and yet the night respect touch the night air.


Night after night for the moon light is the light of life but when on feel the touch of respect thus it's the angel of respect that touch once heart where there respect for there is happiness to see the moon light is like seeing the angel with eyes like the diamond in the night but the night respect touch the night air.