A Kannabis.blog Poem
High up in the sky, the birds do fly,
A contented sight, they pass us by,
As we puff and blow, contented and slow,
In sweet harmony, we sit and glow.
The sun shines through the trees so green,
The scent of pot helps paint the scene,
The beauty of the moment, seems so divine,
So pure and true, it makes us shine.
We laugh and chatter, our spirits high,
Our troubles far away, we do not cry,
We live in this moment, we share and smile,
The joy of marijuana, it exemplifies high style.
We feel the joy, we feel the peace,
The warmth of our souls, the sweet release,
The rapture of being in the moment,
The joy marijuana, I highly recommend it.