I DID NOT DIE

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's glint 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 quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night

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

-Unknown-