High in the sky, I drift and sway, a fluffy quilt in the light of day. Like Grandma's tales, I softly spread, painting the heavens in white while soft as bread.

Golden liquid, sweet and pure, a tiny soul's delight. In bloom's embrace it finds its cure, where sun and flower unite.

down the drain, in the rain. Down tbey all came this day

Smoke it Touch it Play on it Mow it Just don't scalp it

When you gaze upon my beautiful face, As I'm careening along, yet always in place. Perhaps the thought has come to your mind, Will you ever see my glorious behind? What am I?