because I heard him singing through my window from the tree-top outside.
I have not seen God. But I have looked at my child's eye,
and have been overwhelmed by the miracle of unfolding life.
I have watched the trees bedeck themselves with new garbs of green in the spring,
and have been stirred by the miracle of continual rebirth.
I have looked at the stars, and have been overcome by the
miracle of the grandeur and majesty of the universe.
I know that God exists, because I have heard the song of His presence
from all the tree-tops of creation.