A love poem

Paul Squiggle

Well-Known Member
From seed to weed
We feed her need
From veg to flower
We give her the power
To bloom and thrive
Weve kept her alive

We nurture and care
We circulate the air
We stress and we worry
But we never hurry
She takes her time
Under the lights that shine
And
We patiently wait
For that harvest date

But
is it only me
That feels guilty?
As guilt I've found
When I chop her down
She was my sativa wife
But I've taken her life
I've murdered my bride
I feel pain inside

But pain can have relief
When I sample that sativa leaf
 
From seed to weed
We feed her need
From veg to flower
We give her the power
To bloom and thrive
Weve kept her alive

We nurture and care
We circulate the air
We stress and we worry
But we never hurry
She takes her time
Under the lights that shine
And
We patiently wait
For that harvest date

But
is it only me
That feels guilty?
As guilt I've found
When I chop her down
She was my sativa wife
But I've taken her life
I've murdered my bride
I feel pain inside

But pain can have relief
When I sample that sativa leaf
Awesome @Squiggle, You never said you wrote as well :high-five: Where's the rest.....must be more!!! :cheesygrinsmiley:
 
Awesome @Squiggle, You never said you wrote as well :high-five: Where's the rest.....must be more!!! :cheesygrinsmiley:
Hey @Sticky fingaz how are you my friend?
@Squiggle is in the mountains of Scotland right now. He may take a minute to answer as the internet is slow up there.
Great poem.
The pair of you are very eloquent. Not my forte.
Bill
 
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