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 .