Remembering Those We Love

Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints upon the snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain and
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am that swift uplifting rush,
Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.