# The Cosmic Garden [Intro — Floating dub echoes] Under an artificial sun, Tiny galaxies begin. [Verse 1] I planted constellations In a little bed of green. Every seed a sleeping cosmos, Every root a mystery. Fan leaves spread like satellites, Turning slowly toward the rays. Trichomes hold a Milky Way Inside their crystal haze. [Pre-Chorus] Every atom in this garden Once was burning in a star. When I touch the living branches, I am touching what we are. [Chorus] Welcome to the cosmic garden— Roots below and stars above. Every flower holds the memory Of the light that made it grow. We don’t smoke to leave the planet. We smoke to know we’re part of it. Passing round a little universe And taking in the heart of it. In the cosmic garden, Everything is infinite. [Verse 2] Carbon born in dying suns. Water older than the Earth. Ancient matter rearranging, Giving sacred flowers birth. When the fire finds the flower, Captured sunlight leaves its sleep. I breathe the dying starlight in And send it back out deep. Smoke becomes a spiral nebula, Drifting slowly through the room. For a moment, every exhale Is a universe in bloom. [Pre-Chorus] Nothing here was ever separate. Nothing came from empty space. We are stardust tending stardust, Looking inward at its face. [Chorus] Welcome to the cosmic garden— Roots below and stars above. Every flower holds the memory Of the light that made it grow. We don’t smoke to leave the planet. We smoke to know we’re part of it. Passing round a little universe And taking in the heart of it. [Bridge — Deep psychedelic dub] Who says sacred must be distant? Who says heaven can’t be grown? I found the cosmos expanding In a seed, a pot, a home. Maybe we are not the gardeners. Maybe that’s the grand mistake. Maybe life is growing through us With each garden that we make. [Breakdown] Plant the seed. Raise the light. Feed the roots. Guard the night. Watch a universe awaken One green morning at a time. [Final Chorus] Welcome to the cosmic garden— Roots below and stars above. Every flower is the universe Remembering how to love. We don’t smoke to leave the planet. We smoke to see the truth of it: We are gardeners and gardens. We are stars becoming lit. In the cosmic garden, Nothing ends and nothing starts. The universe grows cannabis— And consciousness Grows hearts.
