For Every Min That The Sunshine For It's Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one who sit in the sun shine for one feel the touch of respect thus for every bird that one see is the bird of the angel of respect but for who will feel the touch of respect just to look to the sun for one will feel a warm smile that warm once heart with the touch of respect but just to feel the sun is like feeling the touch of a angel and yet for every min that the sun shine for it's respect.



To feel the touch of respect is like feeling the touch of a rose that been fill with respect yet to the angel respect mean a lot to the one who wish for the touch of respect but when one see a bird thus the bird will sing for the heart that wish for the touch of respect but for who's heart will feel the touch of respect but yet for every min that the sun shine for it's respect.



Where there a warm smile thus it's the angel of respect that one feel with a warm smile but yet every moment is the moment for one to wish for the touch of respect just to look to the night sky for one feel the night breeze that whisper in the air but just to see a rose in full bloom is like seeing the angel of respect and yet for every min that the sun shine for it's respect.



For every bird that touch the blue sky is the bird of the angel that fill the bird with respect but just to feel the whisper he more one wish for the touch of respect but to look in the eyes of the angel is like seeing a falling star with respect for who's eyes will twinkle in the night and yet for every min that the sunshine for it's respect.