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.