For Every Tree Thus The Night Breeze Whisper Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when the night is clear thus the stars will sparkle in the night but yet one look to the night sky to see a star for one wish to feel the touch of respect for every min that one see a star the more one wish to feel the touch of respect but the more the night breeze whisper threw the trees but for every tree thus the night breeze whisper respect.


Where there is a bird for one feel the touch of respect just to look to the sky thus one see a star for what one see is the eyes of the angel for who's heart is full of respect and yet the more one see the star the more one feel the touch of respect and yet for every tree thus the night breeze whisper respect.


Where there a full moon for there a star with a twinkle in the night sky for the touch of respect thus for who's heart will feel the touch of respect but when one see a bird for it's full of respect but when one feel the touch of respect thus one feel a warm smile and yet for every tree thus the night breeze whisper respect.


Just to feel the touch of respect is to see the eyes of the angel with eyes like the diamond that sparkle in the night for every touch of respect is like the touch of a rose that is in full bloom with the touch of respect but when one feel the touch of the full moon thus for every tree thus the night breeze whisper respect.