Do Not Stand And Weep

© 1932 Mary Frye, Baltimore Maryland

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 the starshine of the night.

I am in the graceful rush of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room.

I am the birds that sing, I am in each lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die.