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 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.