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 's glint on snow ,

       I am the sunlight on ripened grain,

       I am the gentle autumn 's rain

When you awaken in the morning hush

 I am the swift uplifting rush

  of quite birds in circled flight.

  I am the soft stars that shine at night ,

Do not stand at my grave and cry ,

   I am not there, I did not die .

 

Rest in peace , and thank you for being in our lives .