How do they know

Sitting on the front porch rocking chair I watch a squirrel as it scurries up a tree. How do they know they have to how to provide for colder winter months?
How can they reason what they are supposed to do?
A small spider on the railing of the porch spins a web to call his home?
The web is so artistic no artist can make one better.
How do they know how to make their homes so beautiful and perfect.
Day is creeping away and I can see the sun slipping down for its night s rest like a big bright ball in the sky with its colors of pinks and blues.
How does it know when to come up and when to go down?
Darkness comes to the world around me with a million stars up in the sky.
How do they know when to shine.
The sun comes in in the morning with a splendor of colors so bright no artist can paint it better.
How does it know when to come up?
The birds chirp their mourning song as they fly from the next to feed their young.
How do the know where to fly?
An amazing world opens up to us each day with wonders we can not began to fathom.
How do they know what to do?
They know because our precious Lord has conducted the orchestra of life all around us from day to night and back to day?
How do we know there is a God?
Just look around you.