Poetry

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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

                                                               by Mary Frye (1932)

I lika the poem because it saids that after we live there isn"t slumber, we don"t die.We are one with all that sarounds us ,we are in harmony and peace. We are the rain ,we are the wind ,we are are the starligth ,we are free...