Do not stand by 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 gentle autumn rain,
I am the sunlight on ripened
grain,
when you awaken in the
morning lush,
I am the swift uplifting
rush,
of quiet birds in circled
flight,
I am the soft stars that
shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave and
cry
I am not there I did not
die.
Anon