One day the farmer goes to the farm drunk enraged by the bad crop that grow to the farm land. Why is a crop this bad growing in the land "the farmer said". Criticizing and questiong it.

If only the crop could express his feelings, all questions would be answered. You were anger by me not growing well. But you were the one who feeds me. Because it would be law breaking for me to get water by my own. Your disappointed by me not bearing any fruit. But you were supposed to guide me. You were furious for what I've been but not to the environment that shape me to what I've become. Afterall it's you who nurture me till this day. Haven't you thought that you give more water to the tall crop than me who actually needed it. After it you criticized me for what I've become.

Remember I'm just a crop and your the one who grow me to be this way, this bad of a crop. I just hope one day you realize that I'm just a reflection of your bad nurturing, it is saddening.