Lying down across the path, fallen down from a tree,
There lay a lone flower, mountains had set it free,
A pine cone, simple, yet resplendent fibonacci symmetry.
People went by, some gave it a glance,
Some didn't see, it barely had a chance.
It weathered, waited and stayed there for a reason,
But it was free, as nature is never a prison.
Tainted and lying alone,
Waiting for something to happen,
It could be fruitful to some,
But, a cone would always be a cone.
DOP : 28/01/2018
CAMERA: NIKON D5300
ISO: 500
SHUTTER SPEED : 1/250
F/5.6
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