POEM

"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's glint on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripended grain.

I am the gentle autumns rain.

When you awaken in the mornining's huss.

I am the uplighting 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."