A New Perspective

Swaying together in light, gentle breeze.

Choreographed forever as one.

An ethereal dance, sashaying with ease,

While soaking up rays of the sun.

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Clad in a velvet drape of emerald,

The richest of colours, behold.

Oblivious to their lives imperiled,

Till the sound of the mower takes hold.

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Hark, what’s that noise? The growl of the beast.

A foul, pungent stench fills the air.

Here comes the villain with sharp blades unleashed,

And the scoundrel with sweat in his hair

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The roar ever louder, they watch it approach,

The terror of impending doom.

Moment by moment, the last plot encroached,

Their bodies, the beast will consume.

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Hide as they may, they cannot escape,

The brute with its blades on their skin

The scent of their lifeblood, that stench will replace,

Their screams ringing out in the wind.

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Their elegant dance, a bumbling panic,

Now that they’ve all lost their heads.

Frantically flailing, their tiny trunks manic

Aware that quite soon they’ll be dead.

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So, next time you gas up the beast for to mow,

Then hide behind it, like a weak dastard.

Just think of how much your poor lawn might know,

You murdering, heartless, sick bastard.