do not stand at my grave and weep
i am not there i do not sleep
i am the thousand winds that blow
i am the glistening diamonds of snow
i am the sunlight on the ripened grain
i am the gentle autumns rain
when you awake in the mornings hush
i am the swift uplifting rush
of the birds in circled flight
i am the stars that shine at night
do not stand at my grave and cry
i am not there i did not die