I´m Not Dead

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I´m not there. I do not sleep.
I´m a thousand winds that blow;
I´m a diamond glints of snow;
I´m sunlight on ripened grain;
I´m gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush;
I´m the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds encircled flight
I´m the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I´m not there, I did not die.