Do not stand by my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there…I did not die.

Author Unknown.

verse by Shari

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