O to the herb

Sitting back with a bowl enjoying reaping what I sow the only glory to be is when I put fire to my soul

So give me a flower of green and gold purples and yellows Reds so vibrant so bold with fragrance of oranges spices and pine needles it takes your breath away but gives back the life that once was forgotten

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