do notstand by my grave and weep. i am not there i do not sleep. i am a thousand winds that blow .i am the diamond glints in the snow.i am the sunlight on ripend grain. when you awaken in the morning hush. i am the quiet uplifting rush. am the soft star that shines at night. do not stand by my grave and cry, i am not there i did not die,
wendy
4th January 2011