In the hush of night, where shadows dwell,
A tender leaf, a story to tell.
Embers ignite in the solitude's embrace,
Each inhale whispers—a gentle grace.
Thoughts untangle like vines in bloom,
Lifting the veil of an oppressive gloom.
Color dances where silence once reigned,
A mind reborn, no longer constrained.
Through swirling smoke, a cosmos appears,
Releasing the weight of unspoken fears.
In laughter’s echo and peace’s soft sigh,
Maryjane’s gift lets spirits fly high.
A hush unfolds where burdens cease,
A breath unchained, a whispered peace.
In quiet light, the soul unwinds,
A sanctuary where calmness binds.