Heaven is true

In all of the breezes that move through the trees
Are all of the secrets that nobody sees
And in all of the whisperings that ride through the wind
Are wisdom and wonder and divinity within

We have only to listen and we have only to look
At all of creation, it's an  ongoing book
For without the need for pages or papers in  a ream
It communicates most clearly ..do you know what I mean?

The colors, the textures, the elements that glow
Speak to us something, we're needing to know
The plant life, the animals, the unbreathing too
Are whispering in unison that Heaven is true

(Allah in the Muslim faith is same as saying "God".beautiful music)