A poetic perspective of death

I am always interested in different perspectives of death, be it dealing with loss, grim reapers, afterlife, or zombies. (Yes, zombies). This poem struck my heart with its simplicity and honestly.
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Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep by Mary Frye

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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

found at http://www.poetseers.org/contemporary_poets/mary