The trees sway and dance, the trunk their theatre and the branches dancing platforms. The little leaves watch the bigger leaves in amazement until it is their turn to grow.
Water is gently hitting the car window, all start to move in different directions. Some straight, some upwards, some diagonal, but all of the droplets have something in common – their fate. Although going in different directions, all of them descend to the end of the window and their journey stops there. It stops there until a new generation in which is a new life, a new journey to experience, but all the same, nature will repeat itself somehow.