"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 blows;
I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the 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 star that shines at night.

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