Thomas E. Blansett 
I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awake in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight... I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry... I am not there. I did not die. Author Unknown Return to Portfolios 1998 - 2004 |