do not stand at my grave and weep
i am not there i do not sleep
i am the thousand winds that blow
i am the diamond glints on snow
i am the 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 soft stars that shine at night
do not stand at my grave and cry
i am not there i did not die.
