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 diamonds glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the sweet uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight I am the first star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I did not die.