Do not stand at my grave and weep
iam not there. I do not sleep.
Iam a thousand winds that blow
iam the softly falling snow.
iam the gentle showers of rain
iam the fields of ripening grain
iam the morning hush
iam in a graceful rush
of beautiful birds circling in flight
iam the starshine of the night
iam in the flowers that bloom
iam in the quiet room
iam in the birds that sing
iam in each lovely thing
do not stand at my grave and cry ...
iam not there I did not die
wait for me when the time comes 🙂
