Gaywyn (Gabrielle) Christine Robinson

..... from the Native American Tradition:

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.

When you awaken to the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled 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. 

Contributed by 
Arianna Saint-Clair
Canada