I want this ring!
With all of the problems with Ebola and the flu season this is probably a good thing to have.
A season dies, a new one's born like night gives way to day .
To mastermind His ebb and flow; to stage
His wondrous Autumn show,
To brush His skies with molten gold; I watch His art unfold.
No grander sight could I behold:
these leaves of brown, red and gold.
But Winter bodes its icy chills upon the snow-clad hills.
H/T John Klaus