During the peak
Of summer,
The blazing sun
Blesses the world with
Its welcoming rays.
A peaceful afternoon,
Wasting the hours away,
When all of a sudden,
A once serene day
Turns sour in an instant
A wild whirring noise
Proclaims its presence
To all who can hear
Once the sound
Of the dreaded machine
Enters the ears of an
Unfortunate fellow,
There is no question
That for the rest of the day,
They will hear nothing but
This very sound.
The monotone buzz
Erasing a layer of this
Fragile green carpet,
Its wild blades whirring
Stirring up a vortex of grass
Going pass after pass
Like a blender
That takes all ingredients
From their sources,
It slices and churns
This once peaceful meadow
All the while packing it
Into a large bag,
Is nature’s carpet
Really so dangerous
That we have to ruin
day after once-peaceful day
In this very way?