Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there; I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow;

I am the diamond glints on the snow.

I am the sunlight on the ripened grain;

I am the gentle's autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush;

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there; I did not die.

~Author Unknown

Submitted by Carrie