Find Me

Don’t stand near my grave,

And mourn,

Because I am gone,

But find me,

In the soft autumn breeze,

Soothing the skin,

Behind the fold of your ear.

In the flapping,

Of the quiet birds,

Hovering in a circle flight.

In the true warmth,

Of the golden arcing rays,

Over the ripe corn.

In the silvery sheen,

Of the early morn dew,

Deposited along with the leaves.

In the gushing raindrop,

Racing steadily,

On the glass pane.

Find me in nature,

Between your every breath,

Every step,

Find me,

Everywhere,

Blended in the elixir of this universe.