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 diamonds glint on snow.
I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
SAGE Redwood City - Centers for Veterinary Specialty and Emergency Care