Do Not Stand At My Grave

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 in the night, Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.