Do not stand at my grave and weep...

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 softly falling snow,

I am the gentle rains that fall,

I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush,

I am in the graceful rush,

Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,

I am in a quiet room.

I am in the birds that sing,

I am in every lovely thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry-

  I did not die....