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 in the snow.
I am the sunlight of 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 flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
