Brian Everall Tribute

Do not stand at my grave and weep
Iam 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 the morning hush.
I am in the gracefull rush of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the starshine of the night.
I am the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am the birds that sing.
I am each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry i am not there.I do not die.