I AM NOT THERE
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP,
I AM NOT THERE, I DO NOT SLEEP
I AM IN A THOUSAND WINDS THAT BLOW,
I AM THE SOFTLY FALLING SNOW.
I AM THE GENTLE SHOWERS OF RAIN,
I AM THE FIELDS OF RIPENING GRAIN,
I AM THE MORNING HUSH,
I AM IN THE GRACEFUL RUSH
OF BIRDS IN CIRCLING FLIGHT.
I AM THE STAR SHINE OF THE NIGHT
I AM IN THE FLOWERS THAT BLOOM,
I AM IN A QUIET ROOM,
I AM THE BIRDS THAT SING,
I AM IN THE EACH LOVELY THING.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND CRY,
I AM NOT THERE. I DID NOT DIE.
May Frye