Keeping Alive

O long and lonely winter nights; times of my early childhood. Often weary and wet, but filled with a few people, decent and good. The sun of the morning never ceased to light up our lives, as the parting moon of the evening ceased the thrive. Occasional dog barking bred security like alarms and beepers. Active crickets and lightning bugs, entertaining to deep sleepers, stepped aside like trained soldiers, giving way to crowing roosters. When the roosters come calling, there is no need for ghostbusters. Stars of the night, although in their domain and still alive in flight, The sun's time had arrived to cast them clean out of sight. Planet earth, faithful to her task, never ceased her spinning, and she has been hard at work revolving since time beginning. Dangerous creatures of the dark nights prefer to seek and hide. It's the way of nature, the only way they know how to survive, but the moon is programed to control the rise and fall of ocean tides. It's all God's way of programing all life and things to keep us all alive. 101520PSCtest, Collaboration with the Silent One, Silent One