do not stand at my grave and weep; i'm not here, i do not sleep. i'm a thousand winds that blow; i'm the diamond glints on snow. i'm the sunlight on ripened grain; i'm the gentle autumn's rain. when you awaken in the morning's hush, i'm the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. i'm the soft starlight at night. do not stand at my grave and cry, i'm not here, i did not die. -author unknown