Do not stand at my grave and weep br I am not there. I do not sleep. br I am a thousand winds that blow. br I am the diamond glints on snow. br I am the sunlight on ripened grain. br I am the gentle autumn rain. br When you awaken in the morning's hush br I am the swift uplifting rush br Of quiet birds in circled flight. br I am the soft stars that shine at night. br Do not stand at my grave and cry; br I am not there. I did not die.