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 glints on snow. I am the sunlight on the ripened grain. I am the gently autumn 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 starts that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
