Do not stand on my grave and weep;

I'm 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 ripped grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's rush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand on my grave and cry;

I am not there. I did not die.