Kadafi's Poem

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 glintz on the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft star that shines at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I did not die.