I cm 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 gentle birds in circling flight. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.