Do not stand at my grave and weep,
i am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gental autumns rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of birds in flight,
I am the STARS that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die…
| Alex Parsons |