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 glint on the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush

I am the swift, uplifting rush

of quiet bird in circling flight

I am the soft starlight at night

Do not stand at my grave

and weep.

I am not there. I do not sleep.