The Tree Of Respect Is The Angel Of Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

For every tree that one see is the trees of the angel for who touch the trees with the touch of respect but when one touch a tree for it will fill once heart with respect but for one who look to the sky thus one will wish for the touch of respect thus every tree been touch by the angel of respect and yet the tree of respect is the angel of respect.


Where there a warm smile thus every warm smile will touch a rose with respect just to fill once heart with respect but for who's heart will fell the touch of respect but when one look in the eyes of the angel for one see a twinkle of respect just to feel the touch is like being touch by a rose that been touch with respect and yet the tree of respect is the angel of respect.



Night after night for one shall see a star with a twinkle in the night but for who's eyes will twinkle in the night with respect thus for every twinkle is the twinkle of the angel who fill the air with respect but just when the sun raise for one will feel a warm smile that will warm a heart with respect the more one feel the touch of respect the stronger it will get and yet the tree of respect is the angel of respect.



But when the sun set for one see a dove that will touch the sky but for the dove that one see is the dove of the angel with respect but for every dove is the angel of respect just to fill a heart with the touch of respect yet every min that the dove touch the sky for there the angel of respect and yet the tree of respect is the angel of respect.