Mary Frye's "Do not Stand in My Grave and Weep"
The “definitive version,” as published by The Times and The Sunday Times in Frye’s obituary, 5 November 2004 Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet...
One day I want to make one of these.