Inna di morning light, mi rise wid smile Sunshine a bless di hills, fi many mile. Dem green soldiers standin’ proud and high, Leaves a dance, like dem know di sky. Roots run deep, inna soil so rich, Every seed a start fi write a new pitch. Mi walk through fields, mi heart feel peace, Every breeze a bring di ganja tease. Green symphony, playin’ through di air, Each leaf a note, each smell so rare. Strains of joy, aroma sweet, Life feel irie inna ganja beat. Oh-oh, mi bless fi see dem grow, Under di sun, dem spirit glow. Workin’ wid di plant, mi soul get high, Every puff a story fly. Mi touch dem tender, like mi friend dem be, Dem teach mi patience, teach humility. Mi watch how dem twist, how dem stretch and bend, Dem talk to di wind, like ancient friend. Harvest time, mi feel like king, Purple haze, or orange ting. Each strain a journey, no two di same, Flavor and vibes like fire an flame. Green symphony, playin’ through di air, Each leaf a note, each smell so rare. Strains of joy, aroma sweet, Life feel irie inna ganja beat. Piney, citrus, skunky too, Every draw a deeper view. Indica dream or sativa spark, Dem guide mi steps when life get dark. So mi give thanks fi di plant mi grow, She show mi love, and mi let it show. Under di sun, mi truth unfold, Wid herb inna hand, mi spirit bold.
