
In a hazy world where dreams take flight, amidst the stars and the velvet night, there’s a plant that offers a calming grace, a muse for poets in a smoky embrace.
With gentle tendrils of fragrant green, it whispers secrets, a tranquil scene; roll it up, let your worries fade, as it sparks creativity in the serenade.
Beneath the moon’s soft, ethereal glow, inhale the essence, let your mind flow, through realms unknown, the mind’s eye sees, unveiling truths in the fragrant breeze.
But remember, friend, in this mellow quest, balance is key, take care of the rest, for in moderation, its magic gleams, a source of inspiration, not just in dreams.
So, with respect for this plant so dear, let’s celebrate it, without any fear, in the tapestry of life, let it weave, a reminder of how beauty can conceive.
~ Dray Orion

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