(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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.

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I love the tree and apple analogy Herbert! You have to keep them close to enable them to flourish, but not too close, they need room too. I have no appointment with disappointment of the nurturing kind. 10 from Tai
Herbert, you never cease to amaze me with your poetic insight Rusty
Stern but ultimately philanthropical. Warm regards, G.