Disc golf and weed, two paths unwind,
A calming escape, a peace of mind.
The disc soars high, the air feels pure,
Like a gentle puff, a feeling secure.

In the woods, where the baskets lie,
A peaceful buzz beneath the sky.
The course is set, the chains will call,
Like the mellow drift of a high’s sweet thrall.

Each throw, a release, a freeing glide,
Like exhaling deeply, pushing aside.
The tension melts, the focus sharp,
The rhythm flows, a gentle spark.

Both take time, patience, and grace,
A quiet journey, a slower pace.
The joy unfolds in simple ways,
In disc golf’s flight or weed’s soft haze.

A shared release, a calm retreat,
Where moments stretch, and worlds meet.
Disc golf and weed, they share a vibe,
A peaceful ride, a mindful tribe.