poem about growing marijuana

In soil or hydro, seeds take root Nurtured with love, each tiny shoot Sprouts forth a stem, a leaf, a bud A sign of life, a promise of good

With sun and water, it grows tall A testament to nature's call Green leaves unfurl, branches spread wide The plant thrives, with nothing to hide

As time goes by, the buds take shape Resinous and fragrant, no mistake Pistils burst forth, a riot of hues The culmination of months of hard work and dues

Harvest time comes, a joyous affair Trimming and curing with utmost care The aroma intoxicates, the taste divine A treasure trove of flavors to call mine

From seed to smoke, a journey of wonder A gift of nature, a spell to ponder Growing marijuana, a labor of love A harvest of peace, a gift from above.

                                Robert Olson AKA Chief, Red Brick Bob,Black Mirror Walker.