And alleviated it to its current dominion, is somewhat short of a joke.
The smoke (and mirrors) we now do see
Are nothing short of mediocrity
Of the world that was
Could be again, should we decide to love our men
And respect our women and our land
Surely, that should be the plan?
But yet, here we are again
Some fighting to be herd
Some fighting to be led, controlled by something we do not know
Fighting against the written realities as real as John Snow
So easy to draw a line for access to the divine
So, smokers far and wide
Bear in mind that true joy is yours to find
Give, with each toke, do not thee frown
Think sweet, peaceful thoughts as you exhale
Breathe out peace to all around
Each little atom will carry your message to the world
And be found.
By Samantha Harris. 1st October 2019. After reading the amount of health benefits to natural tobacco that hasn’t been grown with pesticides and then stuffed with preservatives. Earth heals us, give it a chance to.