Do not stand by my grave and weep
I am not dead, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle Autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled light
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
