Do not stand at my grave  and wheep

I am not there, I do not sleep

I am thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow

I am the sunlight on ripenend grain

I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quit birds in circling flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not here, I did not die