Heaven

On this page a poem’s hidden:

Can you see where it is written?

Then I’ll reveal it to you

So that you can see it too.                                                                                                                                                

Heaven is a bit like this.

You know? That great land of bliss.

We think it’s somewhere out of view

but it’s right there in front of you

in every flower; in each sun rise

in a bright rainbow or starry night

heaven’s right in front of your eyes

and, oh, it is a wondrous sight.