Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am there, i do not sleep.
I am the thousand wind's that blow.
I am the diamond glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush;
I am the swift, uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not their i do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not their i did not die,
Nichola
3rd August 2013