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 in the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in 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.
....................Author Unknown....................
A link to Shirkden Farm.......
