DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP "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 fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush; I am in the graceful rush. Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am 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."