Native American Poem for the Grieving

I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight 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 circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still, in each new dawn.