The Green Grass Is The Grass Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Thus for where there a green grass for it the land of the angel of respect for who fill the green grass with the touch of respect but for every touch of green grass for there a warm smile that will warm a heart just to walk on the green grass is like a walk with the angel of respect yet for one shall feel the cool breeze that whisper threw the tree with respect but the green grass is the grass of respect.



The green grass is like being touch by a rose that been fill with respect just to feel the touch of respect is like see the angel with eyes that sparkle with respect for who's, eyes will sparkle like the angel of respect every moment that the sun kiss the green grass thus it touch the green grass with respect just when the sun set for a bird shall fill the sky with the touch of respect yet the green grass is the grass of respect.



Every moment that one wish for the touch of respect the more one will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart and yet when the moon raise for every star that one see is the family of the angel of respect yet the green grass will fill a heart that wish for the touch of respect but just to feel the green grass touch a heart for there happiness in the air for the green grass is the grass of respect.



Time after time for the green grass will grow with every touch of a heart that been fill with respect for the touch of respect is the family with a sparkle in their eyes tonight tonight for the stars will raise to touch the night sky with respect but it's the hearts that will feel the touch of respect just to look in the eyes of the angel for one feel the respect in the eyes of the angel that fill the air but the green grass is the grass of respect.



Thus where there happiness for one will feel a warm smile that will warm a heart with respect ands yet every warm smile is the smile of the angel of respect for who's heart is full of respect the more a heart wish for respect the more the heart feel the angel of respect and yet when a heart feel the touch of respect for the heart feel the green grass is the grass of respect.