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 awake in the morning's hush I am the swift up flinging 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.