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 in a thousand winds that blow;
I am the softly falling snow.

I am in the gentle showers of rain,
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 in the starshine of the night.

I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in the quiet of the room.

I am the birds that sing,
I am in each gentle thing.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there I did not die.