Draven Von Der Berg by Lori

Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep!”

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 glints on snow.

I am sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awake in morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush …

of quiet birds in circled 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.

~ Author Unknown ~

Lori