For Every Min That The Breeze Whisper Respect Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For when the sun touch the blue sky thus one feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air but for who will feel the whisper of the morning breeze that whisper respect thus one wish for the touch of respect just to look to the sky for one can see a star that twinkle in the night but for one who look to the sky shall feel the touch of respect and yet for every min that the breeze whisper respect.


For where there a warm smile thus there a heart that wish for the touch of respect just for every touch of respect thus the stronger respect will get but when one see the moon for one will feel the touch light of life for life is special like the rose of the angel for every touch of the angel thus once eyes will sparkle in the night the more once eyes sparkle the more one will see the stars of the angel of respect for it's the angel that sparkle in once eyes with respect and yet for every min that the breeze whisper respect.


Some where in the night there a star waiting to fill some heart that wish for the touch of respect but every min that the breeze whisper the more one feel the light of life just to see bird sing for a heart that wish for respect is like seeing a rose that is full bloom for the touch of respect yet for every rose that bloom in full been touch with respect to fill once heart and yet for every min that the breeze whisper respect.



Just to feel the sun is like feeling the arms of the angel of respect yet when the moon shine for it's like seeing the morning sun touching a rose with respect but for every bird that one see will sing to fill once hear with the touch of respect yet where there a heart for one wish for the touch of respect and yet for every min that the breeze whisper respect.