Awakening

"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I do not die."

-Anonymous