I was lost in the woods. I had given up looking for a way out. I just sat down close to a tree, “this is it, I am sure of it, this is the time I cease to exist. No one will find me” I whispered, I was about to cry, when I noticed a few pink roses growing around my legs. “I am already dead? or am I imagining things?” I thought. Then grass grew around my chest and privates. My clothes just desintegrated.