Do not stand at my grave and weep; <br />I am not there. I do not sleep. <br />I am a thousand winds that blow. <br />I am the diamond glints on snow. <br />I am the sunlight on rippened grain, <br />I am the gentle autumn rain. <br />When you awaken in the morning hush <br />I am the swift uplifting rush <br />Of quiet birds in circled flight. <br />I am the soft stars at night. <br />Do not stand at my grave and cry; <br />I am not there. I did not die.<br /><br />Ashley Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-not-there-3/
