"Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye

"Do Not Stand at My Grave"

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 field of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the star shine of the night.
I am in the flower that bloom,
I am in the 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.