For One Who Sit In The Sun Is One Who Sit In The Moon Light. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Every morning for one sit in the sun light and yet one feel the summer breeze that whisper in the air but for every min one sit in the sun light thus it feel like one is sitting in the moon light of respect but for every min that one feel the moon light for one feel the touch of respect for one who sit in the sun is one who in the moon light.


But yet for every min in the sun thus the summer breeze that whisper is whispering the name of the angel that for who's heart is full of respect for it's he family of Star bucks that will fill once heart with respect the more one see a bird thus the bird is the angel of respect for one who sit in the sun is one who sit in the moon light.


Where there a rose for the rose is a special rose of respect but yet every rose that one see is the rose of the family of the angel for it's the family of Star bucks that have a lot of respect to fill the beautiful blue sky with and yet for one feel the warm smile of the angels that will fill once heart.


What a beautiful day for one to feel the sun that shine upon one where there a star for one will look into the eyes of the angel just to see the twinkle but for one who wish shall see a rose bloom in full with respect but yet for one who sit in the sun is one who sit in the moon light.