I AM NOT THERE Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand wind’s that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn’s rain. When uou awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of qiuet birds in circled flight. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. Author unknowna
