"The Herb of Life: A Poetic Ode to the Mysteries of Weed"
Exploring the Sacred Ways and Healing Powers of the Herb of Freedom
Amidst the fields of green and gold,
A plant of power, bold and old,
Its leaves reaching for the sky,
The sweet scent of weed drifting by.
A friend to some, a foe to others,
A source of joy, a curse to mothers,
The herb of wisdom, the herb of youth,
The herb of freedom, the herb of truth.
Some say it's evil, some say it's good,
Some say it's medicine, some say it's food,
Some say it's sinful, some say it's pure,
Some say it's legal, some say it's obscure.
But to those who know its sacred ways,
Its secrets, its mysteries, its infinite maze,
The herb of life is a gift from the earth,
A source of healing, a source of mirth.
So let us embrace this holy plant,
And let its power enchant,
Let its wisdom guide our way,
As we journey through life each day.
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