I am no longer there.

I plead do not stand on my grave and cry;
I am now no longer there, i did try;
I am million winds that blow;
I am a Gold shining in snow.

I am the mild summer time season shaken;
When you’re awaken
In the mornings hush
I am the quick uplift rush

Of non violent birds in rotated flight.
I am the gentle stars
That shine at night
Do not stand in my grave and cry

I am no longer there, i did not sleep.
Death be not proud.