by my grave and weep
I did not die, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand
winds that blow,
I am a diamond
glint on the snow.
I am the sun on
the ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake
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 by my
grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
I am the smile upon your face
I am the happiness as you embrace.
