As the wind picks up and falls, I imagine a life-sized cactus flying out of the sky. Leaves fly above, but I could be a lone figure floating, captivated by this power. The scene is set in the middle of a lush, green jungle, with trees looming in the distance. One dangles from the bottom of the tree, praying that the waters of the nearby waterfall will reach them. The scene is alive with the sound of rushing water and the scent of blooming wildflowers. It's as if the world remains in awe of this natural phenomenon, and I imagine it just as desperation. The wind gently rustles the leaves, adding to the surreal and surreal nature of the scene.