Green and mean, stench of nature
Tiny glass rocks, pale smoke
Combusted, inhaled, exhaled, ecstasy
Pathways to another dimension.

Sometimes bringing fear
Mostly tranquilising
Words flow even better
When you are in my veins.

Hearing the hidden
Under your influence
Feeling everything
Sensory affluence.

Becoming more accepted
In this backward world
A symbol of peace
Mother nature's milk.

Toyed with by Man
Now mutated, stronger
I long to stroke you
As you stand in nature.

Pass, pass, pass, pass
You are mine alone
And better with others
Tender unassuming glory.

I like to hold you
Feel you crumble
With sticky residue
A plant, so humble.