'Even cliffs need a floral decorator!'

The cliffside felt alive with unexpected bursts of color. Pink and purple blooms clung stubbornly to the jagged rock face, as if defying gravity and the salty winds that battered them. Below, the ocean churned endlessly, its rhythm both soothing and relentless. The contrast between the delicate flowers and the raw power of the sea was striking. I found myself wondering how such fragile beauty could thrive in a place so exposed to nature’s extremes. The air carried a faint tang of salt, mingling with the earthy scent of vegetation clinging to life on these weathered cliffs.