Do not stand at my grave and
weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousands winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there,
I did not die. |
