Do not stand on my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep... I am now a thousand winds that blow, I am now the diamond glints in the snow, I am now the sunlight on ripened grain, I am a gentle Autumns rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush, I am the birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night.
So do not stand on my grave and cry I am not there... I did not die.
Melinda Sue Pacho
