Funeral

Do not stand upon my grave.

Do not stand upon that little spot.

Do not weep for thee.

For I never will stop there

I will not stand and wait

I will become the ground beneath thy feet

I will become the snowflake flying swiftly upon the ground

I shine becoming sun upon thy’s face

I am felt like the springs trickle of rain.

When you feel that warmth that I give

I will call out to you beyond my peace

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I will become the stars that shine every night.

So do not weep for me my old friend

I am alive, I am well

Feel me there just waiting for you

In this peace, my new home