Do not stand by my grave and weep..I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am a diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the soft starshine at night. Do not stand by my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.