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 the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle rain,
When you waken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the solf stars that shine at night,
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I didn't die!
R.I.P. to Rachel Leigh Keeton 12-5-84 ~ 8-17-o1
