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 morning hush
I am in the graceful rush
Oh beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the starshine of the night
I am in a flower that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am in the birds that sing
I am in each lovely thing
I am the gentle showers of rain
I am the fields of ripening grain
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there. I do not die