Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do my sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond's glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripening grain,
I am the gentle autumns rain.
When you awake in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of
Quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.