Fresh air
none can compare.
In a forest of peace
I find my release,
my escape from reality with no cease.
The birds sing a beautiful tune
it reminds me to be happy,
this could all be over soon,
can't run forever from the inevitable doom.
I burn one down
turn the pessimism around.
I see the trees
to the Earth they are bound
with nature's vines pulling them to the ground.
I listen closely,
every vibration makes a sound.
The cycle is clear:
nothing lasts forever,
not even fear.
Is this the answer need to be found?
I smile and take another hit,
because life sure is easy
while I'm smoking on this beezy.
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