Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there

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 ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

~ Mary Elizabeth Frye
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I read a book just a couple days ago, the poem excerpt was on the first chapter, i fell in love instantly. This poem was not new to me. In fact, I wrote this poem in my diary the first time I read it. It brings memories and make me think of my late father and my late bestfriend in school.