The Land Of The Light Is The Land Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For land with no name is the land of light but for one who is in the land shall feel the touch of respect but when one look to the sky for one can see a star that twinkle in the night and yet for every star is the light of respect but for who will feel the touch of respect but the land of the light is the land of respect.


For the land of light thus one see a bird the land call the bird of respect thus every star that one see for the land of respect will light the land with respect the more the light up he land for the more one will feel the touch of respect but when the sun touch the blue sky thus the land of light is the land of respect.


Just to feel the light is lie feeling the sun that is touching once heart with the light of respect the more one see the light the more one will see the stars that will fill the air with respect yet where one feel the night breeze whisper respect is whispering the land of the light but the land of light is the land of respect.


For every light that one see is the light of the family of Star bucks and yet the light is the angel of Star bucks for who will fill the land with respect where there a angel for there is the light for the land for when there a warm smile thus the land of the light is the land of respect.