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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
When you awake in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the stars that shine at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I do not die.
Debbie
14th December 2011