I Did Not Die

Do not stand at my Grave and shed tears

I am not present. I do not doze.

I am not so far from your habitual.

I am the sunshine on dew drops.

I am the first light on the horizon.

I am the tender spring warm.

When you come around from the long nap

I am the immobile herb grows

Of flamboyant flower enclosed by leaves.

I am the moonlight that gleams in dark.

Do not stand at my grave and sob.

I am not there. I did not die.