V. Site
When you awaken in the morning’s 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. Mary Elizabeth Frye, “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”
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. Mary Elizabeth Frye, “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep”
Swaying Bird | spread your wings and fly | |
Linkage | the door to other worlds |