bring the color gold

"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 glints on snow,
i am the sun on ripened grain,
i am the gentle autumn rain.
when you awaken in the morning’s hush
i am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
i am the soft star-shine at night.
do not stand at my grave and cry,
i am not there; i did not die."