Recite to me your poetry,
for it has been to long.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there
I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamonds giant on snow
The sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autunm's Rain
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
So do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there
I did not DIE!!!!
I am here and here I be..
so let this open your eyes to see...
not everyone walks when death arives .....
I made it out .... I am alive


