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 on snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the gentle Autumn rain When you awaken in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circle flight I am the soft stars that shine at night Do not stand by my grave and cry I am not there I did not die. Mary x