Do not stand at my grave and weep. 

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 a diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun of 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 soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there;I did not die.

by anonymous author.