I did not die.
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 that glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn grain.
When you awaken in the morning’s rush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds of circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines in the night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond that glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn grain.
When you awaken in the morning’s rush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds of circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines in the night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.