I, AM THE WIND THAT BLOWS,
IN THE MOVEMENT OF THE LEAVES ON THE TREES,
I, AM THE SPARKLE OF THE STARS ON A DARK NIGHT,
AND IN THE RIPPLE OF THE MOVING WATERS,
DO NOT CRY AT MY GRAVE,
I, AM NOT THERE...
I, AM THE LAUGHTER OF CHILDREN,
AND THE COOLNESS OF A SUMMER RAIN,
SEE ME IN THE BEAUTY OF WILD FLOWERS,
AND THE CALMNESS OF THE DAWN,
DO NOT CRY AT MY GRAVE,
I, AM NOT THERE...
MY SPIRIT SOARS IN A BETTER PLACE,
WHERE GOODNESS AND PEACEFULNESS LIVES,
I FEEL NO MORE PAIN,
I, AM WITH MY CREATOR NOW,
I HAVE GONE HOME.
DO NOT CRY AT MY GRAVE,
I, AM NOT THERE.
WRITTEN BY:
JOYCE MOUNTAIN LION KOZIC
MARCH 12, 2003
