Native American Prayer

Do not think of me and weep,

I am with you still - - I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on the snow,

I am the sunlight on ripen grain,

I am the gentle Autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush,

of quite birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not think of me and cry,

I am with you still - - I did not die.