When I Turn This Place Over To You

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