Who Would Stand At My Grave Poem by Nero CaroZiv

When I die who would stand at my grave and weep
I would be there rotten, Is It really a calm pleasant sleep?
But If I could I would rather be a thousand winds that in the meadow blow.
Or I prefer the diamond glints on pre-spring snow.
If God allows I be the sunlight on yellow ripened grain.
And I bring the gentle earth soothing autumn rain.
When people awaken in the morning hush
Just to invigorate them, uplifting them to the laborious morning rush
I can lend my soul to the quiet birds in circled flight.
Yet it will be too far to be the soft stars that shine at night


Even though I would be there
Do not stand at my grave and cry
Be calm, reflect at my life, breathe the flowers scented air
I would be goen to the end of the world, with my ancestors to lie



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