Today, stop and stare.
And behold, peruse and glare.
Walk back to me, to here and now.
Pick up the pieces, from here and there.
Today, lend the world some grace.
Halt and pocket some time and space.
Stretch your lips at the corners
And light up your face.
"Donot stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,I did not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle morning rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifitng rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Donot stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there,I did not die."