Oh, Cannabis Tree, oh Cannabis Tree,
Oh, how I want to smoke thee.
But my asthma says nay,
“You can’t smoke today!”
Oh, the levels of enlightenment that you take me,
Do away with it all; the pain, the anger, the anxiety.
Just to have that chill vibe,
That you bring when I’m high.
When the cancer got rough,
You stuck by me, tough.
If it weren’t for you, oh cannabis tree,
I could not hold on to my sanity.
I am more focused, but also relaxed,
You allow me to drop my many masks.
My shrink tells me, that she cannot say,
Whether or not you would provide any aid.
But damn, the cravings.
Got me saving.
Dark chocolate shavings.
For the Chantilly cake I’ve been making.
I would be behind a writer's block, if not for you.
Having only words from poems about violets being blue.
Oh Cannabis Tree, oh Cannabis Tree,
Oh how I want to smoke thee.
But the nutritionist hates,
How I eat what I crave.
And when I eat those chips,
It all goes to my hips.
And when you get down to a doob.
I end up looking like a noob.
Holding on to you with my fingertips,
I always end up burning my lips.
Health concerns are the reasons why I cannot smoke,
Also because, my ribs fracture when you make me choke.
Oh, Cannabis Tree, oh Cannabis Tree,
Oh, how I want to smoke thee.
But for now, I will admire you from afar,
And try to avoid all that smoke and tar.
I’m sticking to the edibles,
And things seem to be a bit more delectable.
I can have you in drops, brownies, cookies, or a gummy,
As I sit back and relax, I wait for you to hit my tummy.
Oh, Cannabis Tree. Oh, Cannabis Tree.
This here bud is for thee.
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Steffany Pope
Dealing with mental health problems has been hard. I've lived my whole life believing that no one understood me. I realized, my mind is not for others to understand; but for my edification of self awareness. So, I write to understand me.
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Comments (4)
Why do I hear Cypress Hill as I read this? Feels like a real song...
Love this! I’m an edibles fan too. Cannabis has changed my life for the better in so many ways.
I'm a Nutritionist, lol! I loved your ode so much!
Ha,😁❤️💯📝😉👍🌳