Do not sit 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 mornings
hush,
I am the sweet uplifting 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.
Author Unknown