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 in the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain
when you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet bird sin curdled flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there i did not die.
| Breshante |