Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow,

I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain.

I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight,

I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the birds that sing,

I am in each lovely thing. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there. I do not die.