Do not stand by my grave and weep, br For I am not there, br I do not sleep. br I am a thousand winds that blow, br or the diamonds that sparkle in the snow. br I am the sunlight on ripened grain, br and the gentle Autumn rain. br When you awaken in the morning hush, br I am the soft, uplifting rush br of butterflies in joyous flight. br I am the stars' quiet sparkle in the dead of the night. br Do not stand on my grave and cry, br I am not there, br I did not die.