Is this where I find you?
Is it your resting place, where you found solace, at last?
Is this your reflection, mirror of a soul forever lost to us?
Have you now found peace, away from the terror of this world?
Were you so impatient, or so desperate, to seek evasion, a door to elsewhere?
Are these trees your friends, there to protect you, and, perhaps, to warn us?
Have you succeeded where we have failed?