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 diamonds glint of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the autumns gentle rain.
When you waken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled 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.