Do not stand at my grave an weep
I am not there I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am a diamond glint on the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you waken the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, i do not sleep
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die.
Laura
8th February 2009