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 the grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.