Green Epicure

Water and sunlight

Soil and earth

From seed to delight

The story of bud’s birth

You start in your shell

A pinpoint of potential

And if all goes well

You grow up presidential

Your scent gets loud

As you mature

And then we’re endowed

With gifts for the green epicure

Cannabis connoisseur

Or perhaps

Cannisseur

Some like the dabs

But call me a dinosaur

I’m old school

Volcano’s my favorite tool

To savor the sweetness of vapor

Straight from the bud

That grows in nature

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