I AM NOT THERE

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 glints
on snow.
I am the sunlight
on ripened grain.
I am the gentle
autumn 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 stars
that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave
and cry.
I am not there;
I did not die.

-ANONYMOUS