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In verdant realms where emerald dreams ignite, I ventured forth to taste a strain of might. A mystic herb adorned with trichome's grace, its essence beckoning, my senses embrace. With petals kissed by Luna's silver sheen, behold the regal Green Queen, Serene. Her scent, a symphony of floral breeze, an opulent tapestry that aims to please. At first inhale, the vaporous clouds dance, an ethereal ballet, a transient trance. The lungs enraptured, a gentle caress, as terpenes whisper secrets of finesse. Her high, an ascension to celestial peaks, a cerebral journey where clarity seeks. Thoughts, like tendrils, unfurl and expand, unveiling realms uncharted, oh so grand. The mind's canvas now a kaleidoscope, colors burst forth with kaleidoscopic hope. Creativity flows, a river untamed, as inspiration's flame is brightly flamed. Time becomes a meandering stream, the present moment, a wondrous theme. The pace of life, a gentle lullaby, soothing the soul, where worries abide. Yet beware, for too much can unmoor, leaving you adrift on a whimsical shore. Moderation, the compass to adhere, to savor the voyage without a fear. So, let us raise our joints on high, to this herb, a cosmic gift from the sky. A symphony of sensations it bestows, a marvel to cherish, a sensory prose. (this took me 2 hours to write)