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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning-hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds
In circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my Grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

~Randi