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 gently autumn rain.

 When you awaken in the morning’s rush
 I am the swift 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.