a goodbye from me

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 the thousand winds that blow...
I am the diamond glints on snow...
I am the sunlight on ripened grain...
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rushOf gentle birds in circling flight...
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry—
I am not there...
I did not die...

this is only for you
Mlady