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 awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.