over looking the valley on a rock i sit,my thoughts to myself,my mind in fits,i ponder life as i sit alone,me and my blunt getting stoned.as the high surrounds me i'm set at ease,my big fat blunt helps me see.I see the visions, of fields of weed, all shining in the sun calling to me.i smell the breeze of the aroma in the air,the smell of fresh buds,makes me aware,i'm aware that soon the grow will be done,and the happiness i feel while im rolling one.GET STONED AND SEE THINGS IN A BETTER WAY. TOKE ON.