I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ropened grain
I am the gentle autumn 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 star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
