Autumn Rain
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 upon the snow
I am the sunlight on the ripened grain,
I am the gentle Autumn Rain
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am that swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there I did not die.