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 glint on show 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 in circled 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.