ALIVE.

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.

Melinda Sue Pacho