i love this one

the poem that has been kept by me for sometimes:

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 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 quite birds in circle flight
I am the soft star that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I did not die