A Poem for Brian

Author Unkown

Do not stand by 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 autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of the 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.

IN LOVING MEMORY OF BRIAN.