“Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep”

O 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 in snow,

I am the sunlight and ripened grain.

I am the gentle Autumn rain.

When you awake in the morning hush,

I am the swift upflinging rush

of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there, I did not die.

— ANONYMOUS