Hujan

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 diamonds gift of snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the Autumns gentle rain.
When you awaken in the Mornings 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. ❤ ✨ 👼