Madeleine Deckert

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 gentel showers of rain
I am the fields of ripening grain

I am in the morning hush
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the starshine of the night

I am the flowers that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am in the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not here. I do not die