It was a fiery day with folks of leaves sprawling all about the place. There was no feeling of ignominy while walking around despite several woes and adversities; then, with all hues and sizes, there came a series of sunflowers. The eminent beauty perseveres deftly despite direst situations. It travails me to say that the holes in the leaves seem to do a tirade against the hazy illuminated leaves; still, the leaves show conjugality with the stem, which offers a filial relationship with the flower. The petals try to incriminate those leaves as if the leaves are acting as sycophants. The surroundings radiated leisure; everything seemed so dull and showed sheer incongruity with the beauty of the sunflowers. Despite all this drudgery, it can be surmised that this place was the favourite haunt of flowers, and there was a feeling of satiety.
