My Papa told me long ago

You can see the wind by the moving leaves

The weeping of angels 

When it rains

The singing of birds

How they welcome the day

Things are visible

If one looks hard enough

To look deep inside of another heart

To hear the love in a voice

The sparkling eyes

One heart talking to yours

 A song in your mind

Things are invisible but very true 

 See with your heart as well as your eyes

With patience and trust

Search and you will find

All answers will come

Seeing is believing

Is very true