Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not here I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond's glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the autumn's gentle 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