The Touch Of A Tree Is The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

The Touch Of A Tree Is The Touch Of Respect.



For when a heart wish for respect thus a tree been touch by the angel for eyes is sparkle in the night and yet for when the moon raise thus there a star that twinkle min the eyes that wish for respect thus every twinkle is the eyes of the family that fill the air with respect but just to feel the sun is like feeling the touch of a rose but it's the tree that one feel that touch a heart but the touch of a tree is the touch of respect.


Night after night thus one feel the eyes of the angel for who's heart is full of respect to touch a heart and yet every touch of a heart is like being touch by a tree that been fill with respect just to sleep thus one dream of being touch with respect but every moment that one dream the more the angel shall touch the heart that wish for respect the more the morning breeze will whisper the sweet sound of respect to a heart to fill with happiness where there happiness for one shall feel a warm smile but the touch of a tree is the touch of respect.



Oh lovely night for every star that one see thus one wish for the touch of respect the more one feel the touch of respect the more one will see the eyes of the family that will touch a heart with happiness and yet for there the angel that will fill a heart but for just for one to look to the sky is like looking in the eyes of the angel that will fill the air with respect thus the touch of a tree is the touch of respect.


When a heart cry for the touch of respect thus there the angel of respect just to fill a heart but every touch of respect is the touch of a tree that been touch by the angel of respect for every moment that one feel the touch of a tree thus one feel a warm smile that will warm a heart with respect oh what a feel just to be touch by a tree with respect yet for a bird shall touch the sky but it's the angel that one see for the touch of a tree is the touch of respect.


For a clear night thus once eyes shall sparkle in the night with the touch of respect but just feel the respect is to feel the hand of the angel for who house is the sky in the night where there happiness for there a rose of the angel that will bloom in full yet for when one see the moon for it is the angel that fill the moon with the touch of respect just the touch of a tree is the touch of respect.

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Good morning to all the beautiful heart that ben touch by the angel of respect but yet for every min that one feel the sun thus it's the angel with a warm smile for every moment that one feel the breeze it's the angel that whisper respect just to fill a heart that wish for it.
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