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.
Finding it much too difficult to write my first post, I'm starting with something a friend shared with me. There's some british lady who is credited as the author, but other sources suggest it was originally a native american poem or prayer(the much more charming option, in my opinion).
