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 soft falling snow
I
am the gentle showers of rain
I
am the fields of ripening grain.
I
am the morning hush
I
am in the graceful rush
of
beautiful birds in circling flight
I
am the star shine of night.
I
am in the flowers that bloom
I
am in a quiet room
I
am the the birds that sing
I
am in each and everything.
Do
not stand at my grave and cry
I
am not there, I do not die.
~ Author - Unknown ~ |