Indian Prayer ()
Return to product listingsmy grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand
winds that blow.
I am the diamond
glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on
ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake
in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand
at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.