"Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond's glint on the snow,
I am the sunlight on ripening grain, 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 soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die"