The Birds Of Respect Is The Birds Of The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every bird that touch the morning blue sky with respect thus every rose that one see been touch with respect for every rose is the rose of the angel that fill the sun morning sun with the touch of respect just to see a rose is like seeing the dove of respect that will touch a heart and yet the birds of respect is the birds of the angel of respect.



For when the sun touch the sky thus one wish for the touch of respect that will fill once heart but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect just to see the birds that will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but where there a star for one will feel the warm smile that will warm once heart with respect and yet the birds of respect is the birds of the angel of respect.



When there a bird thus it's the angel of respect for who's eyes sparkle in the night with the touch of respect thus for every star is like a little child that wish for the angel to hold but yet when there a angel for one will feel the touch of respect in once heart just for one who wish for respect and yet the birds of respect is the birds of the angel of respect.



For every touch of respect the more one smile the more the sun shall fill the air with respect but for every bird is the bird of the angel and yet every rose will bloom with respect but when it's night for the moon will raise to touch the night sky but one will feel the touch of respect and yet the birds of respect is the birds of the angel of respect.