I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond’s gift of snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the autumn’s gentle rain
When you awaken in the mornings
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 cry
I am not there
I did not die.
