do not stand at my grave and weep

 

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 glimpse on snow

i am the sunlight on ripened green

i am the gentle autumn rain

when you awaken in the morning's hush

i am the swift uplifting rush

of quiet birds encircled 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
you