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 gentle autumn rain.When you wake in the morning hush,I am the swift, uplifting rush.I am the stars warmly gleaming,over everyone's softly dreaming.I am in the birds that sing,I am in each lovely thing.Do not stand at my grave and w.