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

I am not here I did not die.