In memoriam - Ronja

Do not stand my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am a diamond glints on snow;
I am a sunlight on the ripend grain
I am the gentle autum's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet bird's encircled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die

-Mary Elisabeth Frye-