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's rain.
I am the rush of quiet birds in circled flight;
I am the soft star that shines at night.
You will hear my gentle voice
and remember to rejoice
and remember always to ... Celebrate Life.