Mary Frye's "Do not stand at my grave and weep"

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 glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

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I like both of them they have something the other doesn't. In the colour photo its the brown in the stack it feels so warm. The black and white photo's sky seems like its blasting past.