donot stand at my grave and weep, <br />i am not there, i dontot sleep, <br />i am a thousand winds that blow, <br />i am the diamond glints on snow. <br />i am the sunlight on ripened grain, <br />i am the gentle autumn rain. <br />when you are awaken in the morning's hush, <br />i am the swift uplifting rush, <br />of quiet birds in circled flight. <br />i am the soft stars that shine at night. <br />donot stand at my grave and cry <br />i am not there; i did not die.<br /><br />ritu gangele<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-not-there/
