Do not stand by my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripening grain, I am the gently falling autumn's 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 that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, For I did not die.