Wildflowers 2

Description

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 gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain,
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of birds in circling flight.
I am the star shine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room,
I am the birds that sing,
I am in the each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.
May Frye

Picture By: Robert Fobear
Poem: I AM NOT THERE