A MJ Inspired Poem

At 12:11AM December 29th, 2011 (or so says the date I put on it) I woke up still burnt from my nightly session and began typing madly on my computer, then rolled over and went back to sleep. When I woke the next morning this is what was there, I've never shared it with anyone yet, so don't make fun :P poetry isn't something I ever expected to be coming up with.

The grass does grow
In valleys low
On mountains tall and wide

With great stalks
Longer than dreadlocks
In places it does hide

Laid in the sun
Its time is done
And so begins to dry

The flowers cut
The beauty gut
And time begins to fly

Ground and burned
In paper turned
The end begins to smoke

Its master rests
In time invests
And begins to take a toke

And peace takes bed
Within his head
But none shall ever know

For fear of harm
Brings much alarm
For those that dwell not low

I understand the dreadlock line.

Wonderful poem.

I myself was never good with words.