6/8

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 snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle 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 stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there
I did not die ..