I BELIEVE IN THE FLOWERS AND THIER GLORIOUS INDIFFERENCE TO THE CHANGES OF THE MORROW.
I BIELIEVE IN THE BIRDS, AND THIER IMPLICIT TRUST IN THE LOVING PROVIDENCE THAT FEEDS THEM.
I BELIEVE IN THE PRAYER-CHANTING BROOKS,AS THEY MURMUR A SWEET HOPE OF FINDING THE FAR DISTANT SEA TO WHICH THEY PATIENTLY RUN.
I BELIEVE IN THE WHISPERING WINDS, FOR THEY TEACH ME TO LISTEN TO THE SMALL VOICE WITHIN MY FEVERISH SOUL.
I BELIEVE IN THE VAGRANT CLOUDS, AS THEY REMIND ME THAT LIFE, LIKE A SUMMER DAY, MUST HAVE SOME DARKNESS TO REVEAL IT"S HIDDEN MEANING.
I BELIEVE IN THE SOFT-SPEAKING RAINS, ACCENTED WITH WARM TEARS, TELLING ME THAT NOTHING WILL GROW, SAVE IT TO BE FERTILIZED WITH TEARS.
I BELIEVE IN THE GOLGEN HUSH OF THE SUNSETS, REFLECTING A MOMENTARY GLORY OF THAT GREAT WORLD BEYOND MY LITTLE HORIZON.
I BELIEVE IN THE SOFT-FALLING DEW, REVEALING THE INFINITE SPRING OF LIVING WATERS FOR EVERYTHING PARCHED AND WITHERED.
I BELIEVE IN THE HOLINESS OF TWILIGHT, AS IT GIVES ME SENSE OF PRESENCE OF GOD, AND I KNOW I AM NOT ALONE. AND WHATEVER ELSE I BELIEVE IS ENSHRINED IN THOSE ABIDING FEELINGS THAT LIE TOO DEEP FOR WORDS.