Don't Weep

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 ripened grain.I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift upclining 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.