Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not their 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 rippenng grain, I am the morning hush, I am the gracefull rush of beutyfull birds in circling flightt, I am the sunshine of the night, I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quite room, I am in the birds that sing, I am in each loveing thing, Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not their. I do not die.