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.