Those of you that have stopped bye and those of you who continue to, know I write about many things. But, let it be known, my intention is pure...To shed light on the issues that threaten us all, and hope, that hidden in the thoughts that stir, someone will uncover a cure.

We all today in this world must know, of the destructive destination of this path, that down we continue to go.
It's said that we must Reap that which we sow.
But long ago, we did not know, we planted the seeds of destruction.
But now it is clear, what crop we grow, and not just to those in the know.
The last season of the of year is just ahead.
Its arrival stirs my darkest fear and awakens a long held dread. It's approaching fast and its arrival will come soon, ushered in by the Reaper.
If only we had listened.
The cost of this crop could have been cheaper.
The sight we will see,
A strange one indeed,
Germinated and grew from the planting of just one seed.
The fruit that Earth will now bare,
Will be void of seed and lack the succulent sweetness of earlier fare.
Fall has arrived and fall we must.
For soon the Earth will once again, be covered by an Icy crust.

What must be and What will we see?
A shifting of roles with the shifting of Poles?
In the "flash" of a blink, into our bones deep the chill will sink. The searing brightness and warmth of the Sun at high noon,
Replaced with the cold darkness of the Harvest moon.