摘抄便利貼

（Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1905-2004）

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 lovely thing

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there.I did not die.