To Watch The Birds Is Like Being Touch By The Birds Of Respect Poem by Raymond Sawyer

What a beautiful day for every tree that one see been touch with respect but when one feel the morning breeze that whisper in the air just to feel the morning breeze is like being touch by the rose of the angel for who touch every rose with respect but when one feel the sun thus it will warm the heart that wish for the touch of respect for every rose that one see shall bloom in full with the touch of respect and yet to watch the birds is like being touch the bird of respect.



Thus for every tree for thee a bird that will sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect but yet every min that the sun touch the sky thus for a heart will feel the touch of respect yet just for the one who wish for the touch of respect where a heart feel the touch of respect for one will feel a warm smile that will warm once heart and yet to watch the birds is like being touch by the birds of respect.



Every moment that one watch the birds the more the sky will be fill with the touch of respect but for every rose that bloom shall bloom with the touch of respect that fill the air just to feel the sun that will warm once heart for one will be touch of respect for every moment that one look to the sky thus a bird shall sing for a heart that wish for the touch of respect for every bird that one see is the bird of the angel of respect and yet to watch the birds is like being touch by the bird of respect.



Night after night for one who wish for the touch of respect the more one will see the moon that will touch a heart with the light of life but to the family being touch by the light of life is like being touch candle light of happiness for where there happiness for there a rose of respect but when it's night moon will shine but one look to the sky where one see the angel of respect and yet to watch the birds is like being touch by the bird of respect.