lucamarinelliy:I am the sun on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morn
lucamarinelliy:I am the sun on ripened grain,I am the gentle autumn rain.When you awaken in the morning’s hushI am the swift uplifting rushOf 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 -- source link