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 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 the starshine of the night.
          I am in the flowers that bloom,
          I am in a quiet room.
          I am in the birds that sing,
          I am in each lovely thing.
          Do not stand at my grave and cry,
          I am not there. I do not die.