Do not stand by my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am a diamond glint of snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft star-shine at night. Do not stand by my grave and cry. I am not there... I did not die. -Unknown