I am not there

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 rain

when you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

of quite birds in circled flight

I am the soft start that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there ,I did not die