Silent Saviour

They say it’s wrong, they say it’s harm,
This leaf of green, this bloom of calm—
They see the smoke, they see the haze,
But never know its gentler ways.
For every whispered, wary doubt,
There’s healing found, a pain cast out.
A medicine that soothes the mind,
A gift of earth, a balm to find.
They claim it clouds, they claim it binds,
But they don’t see the chains unwind,
They don’t feel the peace it lends,
The way it softens and defends.
For souls who ache, who feel too much,
This plant, this friend, a calming touch—
An anchor when the storms roll in,
A gentler place to start again.
From restless nights and minds that race,
It gives the lost a safer place;
It quiets noise and lifts the soul,
In ways that make the broken whole.
A thousand voices speak its worth,
A healing gift, a friend of earth.
For bodies worn and minds that ache,
It offers solace, helps us wake.
Yet still the stigma lingers near,
With half-truths wrapped in seeds of fear.
But those who know its grounded grace
Will never judge the green embrace.
For all it heals, for all it mends,
A silent savior, quiet friend—
In fields of green, our sorrows cease,
A path to comfort, warmth, and peace.