Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Do not stand at my grave weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds taht blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awake in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
And the soft star that shines at night
I am not there. I did not die
Do not stand at my grave weep
