For Every Min That Morning Breeze Whisper. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Some where there one look to the night sky but when one see gray cloud thus one wish for the touch of respect yet for when one feel the breeze whisper but when one feel the touch of the breeze that whisper in the air thus it whisper respect just to look to the sky for one see the new moon that shine the night and yet for every min that the morning breeze whisper.



Thus one feel the breeze touch once heart with respect for every moment that one feel the breeze that whisper thus when it whisper for once heart will be fill with the touch of respect just to feel the touch of a rose that is in full bloom that will touch once heart with respect for one who wish for the touch of respect will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart and yet for every min that morning breeze whisper.



For where there a star thus there a angel for who's eyes sparkle in the night and yet every touch of respect the more a rose shall bloom with the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect the more respect fill a heart the stronger it will get just to feel the touch is like looking in the eyes of a angel and yet for every min that morning breeze whisper.



Whee there a smile for the sun shall touch the blue sky with respect thus every bird that one see shall fill the air with the touch of respect the more the bird sing the more one feel the warm smile that is fill with the touch of respect night after night one for who wish for the touch of respect is one who's heart been touch with respect and yet for every min morning breeze whisper.