It grows.
We pick it.
Breaking it up.
Roll it, or pack it.
Smoke it.

The euphoria of this plant.
Calming the anxiety inside.
Clearing the thoughts to be thought of
Individually.

Light it up.
Inhale.
Exhale.

Everything makes sense again.
If it numbs me then by all means continue,
If not then help me grow like you do.
After all that’s just what plants do