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 snow on the mountain's rim, I am the laughter in children's eyes, I am the sand at the water's edge, 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 quiet birds in circled flight, I am the star that shines at night, Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die