I AM

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 autumns rain

When you awaken in the mornings rush

I am the silent uplifting hush

Of coloured birds in circled flight

I am the stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there, I did not die�?