Do not stand by my grave and weep 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
