ON DEATH AND DYING

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there

I do not sleep

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glint on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain

I am the autumn rain

When you awake in the morning hush

I am the swift uplifting rush 

Of birds circling in flight

I am the stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I am not there

I do not sleep