I’m sure it is the last flower in the hill.
A daisy in the sun is struggling to sprout out of the withered leaves.
She is too tiny to be noticed, but deep down,she is no ordinary flower.
Having gone through the whole autumn, she does not care about time slipping by.
Actually, it is an ordinary flower, enjoying the sunshine and living in the moment, like anyone of us.
The winter is setting in, so colorful leaves dangling on the branches are deserved to be appreciated and kept in the memory. Are the features in nature expecting winter to come?
