Do Not Stand
at my grave & 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 the ripened grain
I am the gentle
Autumn's rain
When you awaken
in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quite birds in
circled flight
I am the soft stars
that shine at night
Do not stand
at my grave and cry
I did not die.