AUSTRALIA | Thursday, 3 April 2014 | Views [270] | Comments [1]
The dead trees of Lake Elizabeth, GO NP
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there - I do not sleep. I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints in snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. As you awake with morning's hush I am the swift-up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there - I did not die.
Mary Frye, 1932 Apr 4, 2014 9:22 AM
