Melinda Sue Pacho

Don't stand beside my grave and weep,

For I'm not there, I do not sleep,

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond's glint on snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush,

of quiet birds in circle flight,

I am soft stars that shine at night,

Don't stand beside my grave and cry,

I am not there. I did not die.