I love to walk late at night when no one else is around. This is when I commune with my God. When I can truly be alone with Him. It's a relaxing, quiet, healing time. My dogs like to get out with me and we really enjoy this time together.
The moon is a silver lavaliere, Hung in a star spangled sky, And the breeze in the near by evergreens, Gives a softly scented sigh. The benighted pond sparkles brightly, With a thousand twinkling lights, Reflected off it's surface, From the night sky's velvet heights. A light snow's falling softly, Upon the quiet streets, Sparkling like diamonds, Beneath my booted feet. An owl gives his sentry's call, Who goes there for there's few, Who ventures here this late at night, No one else but you. But I love to walk the streets alone, When all is quiet, still. Just me and God and my two dogs, To hear the night bird's trill.\
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