Do not stand on 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 awaken in the mornings 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.