Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there I do not sleep
Iam a thousand winds that blow.
Iam the diamond glints on snow.
Iam the sun on ripening grain.
Iam the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's
hushed light,
Iam the up-fling of birds in flight.
Iam the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
Iam not there.
I did not die.

Author: Mary Elizabeth Fry