...short & sweet...

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 diamonds 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 sweet uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight,

I am the first star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there. I did not die.