Farewell 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 gilt on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's 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 by my grave and cry... I am not there... I did not die. ~ Robert Hepburn~ |
