I see a backdrop of colors, light, and darkness melting into one in an asian jungle sunset. 

A tiny seemingly insignificant creature buzzes around a field of colors sprouting, waving in the breeze.

As the cold air starts to frost and freeze a picturesque scene of woods and sky, a water's reflection, frozen in time.

Changes occurring every second of everyday, constantly moving, ever revolving seemingly leaving us behind.

Seasons come and go.

Waves crash upon the shores of time washing away what was, slowly dragging away what is to come.