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 incircled 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. Author Unknown
