Evergreen
Ode to Mary J
To my Dearest Cannabis, With Love.
Floating above myself in a Green haze of glory. I stretch my mind to produce this story.
It all started way back when, in the days of Yeltsin and Regan. Every now and again I still spend time with an old friend, who's not a pagan.
Green: The color of money, trees, plants and even eyes. Green, the color I will never despise.
Spawning creativity, if you're paying attention. Painting, writing, constructing, just a few to mention.
Medicinal, recreational, a different state of mind. All these and more are what my friend brings to mankind.
But beware, there is a limit to the benefit of joy. Taken for granted you just become a puppet, a toy.
Visions of Green nuggets dancing in my head. Maybe I'll write a book, maybe I'll go to bed.
Live freely with an open mind to the color Green, with that said, only you can decide what I really mean.
-The End, Green Friend
About the Creator
Lamar Wiggins
Creative writer in the Northeast US who loves the paranormal, mystery, true crime, horror, humor, fantasy and poetry. Take a chance, you'll be thoroughly entertained.
"Life is Love Experienced" -LW
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