I Did Not Die

by Kristone

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 gilt on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn's 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.