The October Music: Third Verse - Day 3

The Woods
Thick rows of trees choke the light from the sun. The leaves intertwine with one another to create a mesh of black-green shadow. The mood is eerie, silent, almost a graveyard. There are no chirps from birds or rustles from squirrels or other creatures dancing through the bushes. There are no snaps of twigs from moving animals. There is no running water burbling quietly and peacefully. There is nothing, my love. Only the sound of you and your breathing as you stare around you. You can feel your heart beating faster, I know, because you feel - no, you know - you took a wrong turn a mile back. You weren't sure which path to follow and you were already tired from the hike. Such a beautiful hike out in nature, yes? So needed. So demanded of you by your sister when you cried to her about your breakup. She told you that you needed to get away for a while. Go out into the world and heal your broken heart far away from any reminders of your past.
You chose the forest. A reasonable choice. An admirable choice, in fact. Nature is so often forgotten in the hustle and bustle of daily life. You went camping and hiking. You fell asleep next to the lake and woke up to the sound of fish splashing. It soothed you. It healed you, in a way. Then you went for a walk and kept walking, even though you didn't know the way. These places were always well-traveled, you thought. Some paths would surely come to you if you kept walking. 
And now you are here. You are deep in the heart of a wilderness untouched by human feet. You are nestled in the bosom of Mother Nature and she does not wish you to leave. She is so lonely, my love. So many tourists and families dance around her edges, tantalizing her. They dip in and out but never too far in. Never far enough to be loved by her. Always close enough to civilization to run away when they get scared at the intensity of her love. Not you though, dearheart. Not you. You plunged as far as you could into the depths of her and she has decided that you are hers. 
You turn around, as one does. You look for an exit, a gap, something to give you direction. There is nothing but green now. Green and brown and heavy trunks and silence, silence, silence. Blessed quiet. You are home, your new home, and you will never worry about your lost past again. How can you when you see all that is around you? You yell, of course, to no avail. The overgrowth muffles your voice. Mother Nature is amused and saddened. She thought you would be happy to be hers. To begin a new life with her. You are just like all the rest, though, she is afraid. Another failure. Another lost child. The trees close in tight. You disappear. It ends.