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 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 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...
