do not stand at my grave

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 gentle autumn rain when you awaken in the mornings hush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet 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