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 antumn's   rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift up lifting rush
Of quiet birds in 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.