The Morning When The Birds Sing For Respect. Poem by Raymond Sawyer

When the morning sun raise to touch the sky and yet every rose that on see shall be in full bloom but yet just to feel the sun is like feeling the touch of the blue moon but to see the stars that sparkle in the night thus every star that one see is the angel of the blue moon but the morning when the birds sing for respect.


The morning when the sun touch the sky thus it filling the sky with respect that the blue moon touch the birds with just to feel the sun is like a moon light walk threw the park and yet the air is full of respect thus for who will feel the touch of respect but yet the morning when the birds sing for respect.


Where there a twinkle thus one will see a star that twinkle in once eyes for respect and to the family respect mean a lot to the family of Star bucks thus it's Star bucks that have a lot of respect but yet where there a warm smile for one shall feel the smile of the angel and yet the morning when the birds sing for respect.


For every touch of respect the stronger it get yet when one look to the sky for what one see is the twinkle of respect just to feel the warm smile is like feeling the morning sun that raise with respect just to feel the sun for one wish to feel the touch of respect and yet the morning when the birds sing for respect.