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 Autumn's gentle rain.
When you awaken in the mornings 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.
