Do not stand

Do not stand

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 glint in snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Copyright – Schaapskudde-Twente 2013/2014