Don't stand beside my grave and weep
For I'm not there. I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am diamond's glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain

When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circle flight
I am soft stars that shine at night
Don't stand beside my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die

Author Unknown