A collection of soulful and thoughtful poetry. As the world crumbles all around us, as society implodes to a teeming mass of solitary Me's, few seem to care, or even see. The poet paints roses with words but often the colours get tarnished. Passion for life, for living, for nature, Man and earth form a heavy screen between paper and pen. Blotted, the page, beauty and innocence, contaminated. Unthinkable reality merges, interbreeding and bearing disfigured fruit. This fruit. Such is the lot of this poet painter. But the shooting fruit, cannot be denied its' spring.