This is dedicated to anyone who’s ever grown the most beautiful plants God put on this Earth, and to all those who suffer daily, deprived of the most versatile all-natural medicine He gave us.
Mary Jane
She grew up so fast. Once lean and lanky. Dancing merrily. Devouring sunshine. Drinking the rain. Dog Day’s heat. A summer shower. Glorious relief.
Her features soften. She blossoms. Change is in the air. Primal stirrings Sun hangs low. Nights grow cool.
Days slip away. To longer nights. Grown up now, Juices flow hot Need to reproduce Burns to the core.
She dances with the wind. Do you have what I need To grow a seed? She moans at his touch All a-flutter.
Give me more. Need many children. Life is so hard. So few carry on.
By one who has seen the beauty and felt the healing powers.