On My Birthday

 

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 ripend 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 circles flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

-  Anonymous

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