Do not stand at my grave and weep. I'm not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousands winds that blow. I am the diamonds glint on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush. I am the sweet uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flights. I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there,I did not dye.