The Land That Whisper The Touch Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

Every heart of the land is the heart that wish for the touch of respect but form one who feel the land thus one will feel the touch of respect just when a heart wish for the touch of respect thus one see a falling star with a twinkle in it's eyes for it's one of the family that the touch send to just a heart with respect thus every star is the star to fill a heart with respect thus the more one feel the touch of the family the more one will see a twinkle in the sky thus the land that whisper the touch of respect.


Thus where a rose bloom thus one shall see a lily that been touch with the touch of respect some where a heart stand looking to the sky for the touch of respect the more one look the more the moon will raise with the light of life and yet that will touch a heart but every touch of the light of life the more one wish for the touch of respect but here the land of respect shall fill a heart but just to see a bird that touch the sky for the bird is the bird of the angel of respect that fill the morning air and yet the land that whisper the touch of respect.


Every min one walk the land of respect for it's the land that one feel touching ma heart with respect the more the land touch a heart the more the sun will shine to warm a heart with a warm smile every touch is the touch of the angel of the sky for the sky is the home of the angel of respect and yet the family of the angel of respect will raise to fill the sky with respect here where one shall feel the touch of respect time after time a rose will touch the sky just to fill a heart that wish for respect some where a heart that been touch with respect is the heart with the light of respect and yet the land that whisper the touch of respect.

Oh beautiful star thus some where there a heart that wish for the angel touch of respect for when the angel raise thus there a sparkle min the angel eyes with respect that will fill a heart that wish for the touch of respect for one stand alone here on the land that whisper respect for it's the angel of respect that whisper respect to a heart that wish for the touch of respect but the land that whisper the touch of respect.


When the night slip thus the moon will raise to touch the sky but when the moon raise for one will see the family that twinkle in the eyes that wish for the touch of respect when every star twinkle thus it's the star that one wish on for the touch of respect some where a heart will feel a warm smile thus one shall feel the sun that warm a heart with respect oh lovely even for there a heart that wish for the touch of respect but yet the land that whisper the touch of respect.