Do not stand at
grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
am a thousand winds
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on
I am the Gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die.
Old friends reunite after many years