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 incircled
flight,
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.
Do not stand at
my grave and cry,
I am not there,
I did not die. Author Unknown
