I did not die, I do not sleep. I am a thousand
winds that blow, I am a diamond
glint on the snow. I am the sun on
the ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake 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 by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die. I am the smile upon your face I am the happiness as you embrace.