Do not stand at my grave and forever 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 sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn´s rain_When you awaken in the morning´s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush_Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night_Do not stand at my grave and forever cry, I am not there. I do not die...
