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 gentle Autumn's rain I am the sunlight on ripened grain When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds on circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there,I did not die.