Scott Park - Mournful

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 glints on snow
I'am the sunlight on the month of May
I'am the gentle autumns rain
When you have awakened, I say hush
I'am the swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I'am the stars that shine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I'am not there, I did not die

Scott Park

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