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 a diamond glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry
I am not there...
I did not die.
Sent by Debbie on 22/11/2016
"And, a rose, she lived as roses live,
the space of a morning."
Sent by Yasmine on 02/11/2016