Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep,I am the thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow; I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am gentle Autumnal rain. When you awaken in the morning hush I am the soft 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.