The Hills Of Happiness Is The Hills Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When one walk the hills for the sun shall warm once heart but yet for every min that the sun shine for one see a bird that will touch the sky yet or every touch of the hill or a warm smile shall touch once heart thus for every hill is the hill of happiness but when it's night for one will see a star that twinkle in the sky but for one who wish for respect and yet the hills of happiness is the hills of respect.



The more one walk the hill the more the sun shall warm once heart with the touch of respect but when one feel the sun for one the touch of respect just to feel the morning sun that touch the sky and yet the more respect fill the air the more one will see a bird that will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but for every bird that one see for there a rose that been touch with respect and yet the hills of happiness is the hills of respect.




Every min that a rose bloom for a bird will sing for every heart that wish just to feel the touch of respect but thus for every moment that one wish the stronger respect will be it's the angel that touch the heart that wish for respect night after night for one who wish for the touch of respect but when it's night thus every star that one see is the star of respect yet for one who wish to feel the touch of a rose will feel the touch of a angel and yet the hills of happiness is the hills of respect.



Thus the more the birds sing for every heart that wish to feel the touch of respect for there ism a warm smile that will warm every heart with respect but when one feel the morning sun for it's the angel that touch once heart and yet when it's night thus every star that touch the sky is the eyes of the angel of respect some where there a heart that wish for the touch of respect and yet the hills of happiness is the hills of respect.