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 the snow
I ma the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
In the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night.....
Do not stand at my grave and cry...
I am not there....I did not die...
Anonymous
Karen "KaRe-BeAr" Sparkling
- 16 years, 9 months, 8 days ago