The Trees That Was Touch With Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one feel the morning breeze that whisper respect thus every tree that been touch with respect by the angel for who's heart is fill with respect but yet one will see the eyes of the angel and yet for what one will see is the twinkle in the angel eyes thus the trees that was touch with respect.


Where the sun shine for every rose shall touch of once heart with respect but just to feel the morning breeze is like feeling the touch of the angel with a heart full of respect yet every min that one wish for the touch of respect for the trees that was touch with respect.


When once eyes sparkle for it's the touch of respect that touch once heart thus where there a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect is a heart that is like a rose in bloom and yet the more one look to the sky the more one shall see the eyes of the angel for who will fill once heart thus the trees hat was touch with respect.


For when one feel a warm smile thus there a angel for who wait for a heart that wish to feel the touch of respect but yet every moment that one wish the more the sun shall warm once heart but for night after night for one wish to look in the eyes of the angel thus the trees that was touch with respect.