SISIOS, Michael

4th June 2019

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 mornings 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.

Meet you at the rainbow bridge

From Perfect/ Extreme Paving, Jenny, Greg, Mathew, Carlos, Tony and Mum