Sunflowers and Handgrenades: Art of Mayhem

The sunflowers are blooming and the hand grenades are ready to go The petals are soft and the leaves are green The stems are strong and the bulbs are round The bees are buzzing and the butterflies are fluttering The petals are yellow and the centers are brown The seeds are black and the pollen is gold The petals are falling and the grenades are exploding The stems are bent and the leaves are burned The flowers are gone and the field is empty The only thing left are the memories of sunflowers and hand grenades. — Logan Land