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 wake in the morning hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet
birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Author Unknown