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
autum rain.
When you awaken
in the morning's 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.