Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints upon the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
And I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there
I did not die
