gonvon

Do not stand at my grave and weep
O am not there. I do not sleep.
O am a thousand winds that blow.
O am the diamond glints on snow.
O am the sunlight on ripened grain.
O am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
O am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
O am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
O am not there. I did not die die die die die die die die die die ......