When I Turn This Place Over To You Poem by Chuy Amante

One day when the sky has gone grey,
my body will drop like a fly's
to it's grave
I'll even bless Mother Earth then.

When I leave, each tree will have a wind chime,
water will come forth from what was dry
green will abound from west to east
food will be birthing perpetually from Mother Earth
all will be harmonious and song will emanate from
the trees in perpetuity
rain will pool where it feels loved
spirit will pour into Mother here
with Celestial love, lovers
they will be again,
creating
life!
and,
it will be yours
Tend the garden
and it will take care of you,
like a mother, it is Mother
I love her,
please honor Her the same.
I go now to fertilize her fields
and freely dance in heaven!
Thoughtless Lee
She will
call me,
home