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's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of soaring birds in circled flight.
I am the star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there, I did not die.




Author unknown

Minimal changes made with apologies to the writer. (if you happen to know who it is, please let me know. I would love to give credit as well as meet this gifted person)