Do not stand at the grave and weap;
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 gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush:
I am the swift uplifting rush:
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there.
I did not die.