"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."