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 glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain.
I am the gentle Autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the
I am the swift uplifting rush,
of quiet birds in
I am the soft star that shines at night.
not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
My soul is still alive in you.
Your best is what I expect from you.
Good things never really die,
They go on and on, like you and I.