You (Life) were sitting under a Willow tree in a flower field. A baby deer rests on your lap as the summer breeze flows through your hair. The birds chirping loudly when suddenly they stop...You brush it aside figuring the went somewhere else. You start to notice the deer in your lap shaking soon it running off. Then the flowers in the field slowly turn black and die..you notice something strange though? Why are the dead flowers in a trail leading to you?