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 glint on snow.
... I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
RIP Sparky, my little buddy, my little boy. My unisex fish, my flarer, my biter, my 'ugly' ... life will be boring.
Crossed over the rainbow bridge 4/2/2012
Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
... I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!
RIP Sparky, my little buddy, my little boy. My unisex fish, my flarer, my biter, my 'ugly' ... life will be boring.
Crossed over the rainbow bridge 4/2/2012
Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once.