A Thousand Winds
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 glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumnﾕs rain.
When you awake in the morning hush，
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds encircling flight
I am the soft starshine at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die