The Loss of a Farmer of Man

The rivers of life are most dear to those with young. These rivers supply life, ensuring the survival of what is most precious. It is when the river runs dry; the last drops of liquid are tears... Tears of all that is lost. The fertile soil soon dries and becomes barren. The efforts of man are unable to save the farm. This farmer... a farmer for man... lost what is most dear. His vision for the future has died. The farm itself screams in pain as the river flows away. Her life is leaving and she is unable to save what grows beneath. What is most dear to the farm is dying. Her life, everything she wanted... now stripped from her. Such farms all have a gate that closes them to the rest of the world. As the farmer stands staring at the sign above the farm... remembering that night. He came from no where with no reason... stabbing his wife in her stomach and heart. His memory, while staring at the sign..."Here lies both a loving wife and future mother."