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 the circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there ;I did not die.