Mowing Down The Flowers

They did it all so joyfully, mowing down the flowers, with blunt machines and joking taunts, done in less than hours.
The flowers growing brightly, wind waving every one, each healthy vivid blossom, reaching for the sun.
Yellow pretty multitudes above a verdant green, beautiful to open eyes, a lively lovely scene.
Some had reached fruition, yielding perfect circle puffs, a breeze blowing tiny parachutes, a wish below the fluff.
Each wonderful living flower, has emerged from tiny seed. A pleasant green and yellow field, who’s to say what is a weed.
They did it all so joyfully, mowing down the flowers.