Do not stand on 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 snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumns rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds circled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night...
Do not stand on my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
*My Aunt Brenda RIP wrote this before she passed... PLEASE COMMENT!!
