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.