Emerald Clouds

In emerald clouds, I find my retreat,
Where whispers soothe and anxieties deplete.
A magic potion, inhaled with care,
It lifts the burdens that I bear.
Within its haze, the world's a glow,
Where troubles wane and spirits grow.
Each puff a spell, a gentle sigh,
As heavy thoughts begin to fly.
Surrounded by this tranquil mist,
I find the peace I sorely missed.
In emerald dreams, I take my flight,
Guided by weed's emerald light.