Power of the Lawn Mower

"Yellow faces stretch out towards the sun,
in one mighty sweep, they're gone"

It is the curse, no ne is safe.
It comes six times in a seeding.
Cutting is all it does.
None are spared.
Watching it come closer.
BAM!
Chrissy is gone. Her head split,
anthers and ray petals flung to the ground
I must tell this tale quickly,
for there is no time to lose.
Angela, Peter, Terry, Pete
All have gone, all I can do is weep.
Prepare yourself, maybe you'll be lucky.
The power can only go so far.
Here it comes, the calm before the storm.
BUZZZzzzzzz
It has passed me by.
But you in the stoney heat,
POP!
Will lose your feet.