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 awake in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night, Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I do not die.