Don't stand by my grave and
weep,
For I'm not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond's glint on snow;
I am sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in morning's
hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
Author Unknown
