Author POV.

It was late evening the sun was shrinking down. The farms were mirroring the sun's image. The orangish colour was scattered around the land. So where in the vast abounded area was a farmhouse. The farmhouse stood imperial surrounded by the undersupply land. The land seems to be not able to secure any plant. There was only a huge tree, but it was old and every leaf was slumped. The nature became ugly in this surrounding and not even a creator found. It was more like a burden.

The place was a boundary in the land. As if nature has vowed not to cultivate it's an embrace. Nature...