Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep
Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint in the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry.
I am not there... I did not die.