RecipeMuncher

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am the birds that sing I am in each gentle thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there. I did not die (...)