Each week, Trista smokes a strain that moves her to write a poem. Here is a poem all about Green Grass. 

Green Grass – by Trista 

They say the grass is

greener on the

other side.

But I fear those people

may have lied,

For the other side has

died!

So on my side, my time

Ill bide,

since the grass is

greener on my side.