I am

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 on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle morning rain.

When you wake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of winged birds encircled flight,
I am the soft star that shines at night.

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