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 snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die!