For Every Bird That Sing For They Sing For The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the morning sun raise thus there a rose that been touch with respect just to see a rose in full bloom is like looking into the eyes of a angel for who's eyes sparkle like the diamond in the night and yet for every min that one wish for the touch of respect the more the sun shall warm once heart but just to feel the touch of respect is like being touch by a rose and yet for every bird that sing for they sing for the touch of respect.


Where there happiness for the birds will touch the beautiful blue sky with respect but when one feel the sun thus there a warm smile or every min that the sun shine just to feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air that been touch with respect yet for who's heart will feel the touch of respect but yet for every bird that sing for they sing for the touch of respect.


For every moment that the sun shine the more the birds sing for the touch of respect but for who's eyes will sparkle like the stars in the night just to feel the warm smile that been touch with respect the more one smile the more one will feel the touch of respect and yet for every bird that sing for they sing for the touch of respect.


Day after day for the bird that sing for the touch of respect just to see a rose that been touch with respect thus every rose that been touch will touch a heart with respect but just to feel a warm smile is like feeling the touch of the light of life and yet for every bird that sing for they sing for the touch of respect.