Hitch your wagon to a star
There, in the fields I am looking for my mother's legacy.
Nothing there except the axe pecking noise in the forests and the breezes of air keeping happy dancing leaves of the forests.
There, where the planter sings and plays the flute.
So are the trees and herbs are dancing.
And there, where the rain falls, the wind blows too.
The farmer cultivates the land and the fields become green.
There are the continuum of my mother’s legacy between the heaven and earth. There where the sunsets and the moon rises.
There are my mother's spectrum arrays in almond fields and vineyards, there are also continual existence of life and light.
There it is where the corn grows, coffee fields are filled with berries.
Moreover, where there are willows, the rest of the trees find their supremacy in forest.
In addition, the continuum of my mother's legacy explains why the rains continue to give life to the earth where my mother once lived.
Finally my mother is in heaven and in the grave is her remains. There is a place where no one can escape because everyone has an appointment with death. .