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
Uncomf0rtablyNumb Uncomf0rtablyNumb
16-17, F
2 Responses Aug 16, 2014

That is awesome and true...

I have not heard this since my best friend died when we were 12 soooooo long ago. Thank you for posting, it made me think of her. Of the good times. Smiles*

You're welcome :)