A THOUSAND WINDS
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 ripend grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there;Idid not die.