I Am Not There Poem by Jenn Toner

Do not stand by my grave and weep
For I am not there
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am diamonds that glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of butterflies in joyous flight.
I am the soft stars the shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.