The Night That The Birds Sing For Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when the sun rise thus one will feel a warm smile thus it's the sun that the angel fill with the touch of respect but just to feel the morning breeze is like being touch by a rose that been touch with the touch of respect but every min that a bird sing for a heart to feel the touch of respect some where one who feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air and yet the night that the birds sing for respect.



Some where there a heart that a bird sing for just to fill the heart that wish for respect but the more the birds sing the more the sun shall shine with the touch of respect thus when it's night for one will see a star that twinkle in the night with respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect thus when one feel the touch of respect for one feel a warm smile that will warm once heart and yet the night that the birds sing for respect.



For every touch of once heart shall feel the touch of respect but when one see the moon thus one feel the light of life that fill the heart that wish for the touch of respect just to feel the morning sun thus one can see every rose that been touch of respect that the angel ill the air it but for every touch of the light of life will touch every rose that is in bloom and yet the night that the birds sing for respect.



For where there a heart that wish night after night thus a star shall shine with the touch of respect but for who's eyes will be touch with the twinkle of respect just to feel the touch of the sun is like being touch by the angel for who's heart is fill with respect but when one wish for respect the more stars that will shine and yet the night that the birds sing for respect.