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
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.