Don't stand by my grave and weep for I'm not there, I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am the diamonds glint on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circle flight I am the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand by my grave and cry I am not ther, I did not die. author unknown