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 glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn 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 star shining in the night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.

Author Unknown
Submitted By: Charles Rhinehart