Our Bunny is going tommorrow God is preparing a room for her. A poem for Bunny with words taken from another. Do not stand over my grave and weep I am not there I do not sleep. I am in the wind and the trees. I am in the grass and the dirt. Goodbye I will miss you so. I am without pain or suffering. I not without food or love. I am not in darkness but light. I do not walk but fly. Goodbye I will miss you so. Do not stand over my grave and cry, I am not there I did not die.