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 rain When you wake in the mornigs hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of Quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft starlight at night So Do not stand at my Grave and Weep I am not there I do not sleep * Unknown Auther *