I’m Not Here

Don’t stand by my grave and weep

For I’m not there, I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamonds glint on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autumn’s rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circle flight

I am the soft starts That shine at night

Do not stand by my grave and cry

I am not there, I did not die.

 

Author Unknown.

 

R.I.P Scott D. Never forgotten