A Song From The Grave. Poem by Wangchat konyak

I am not dead, do not mourn.
I am part of the earth you dwell,
Part of the fresh air you breathe.
I am not gone, do not bid farewell.
I am the refreshing wind,
I am the morning sunshine.
I am not dead, do not grief.
I am part of the bluish sky,
Part of the crystal stream.
Do not lose hope, I am here,
I am the mountain peak,
I am the magnificent vale.
Do not cry, do not doubt,
I am the fragrance of flowers
And the spring rose of April.
Do not grief, I never died.