Do not stand at my grave and forever weep !!

Do not stand at my grave and forever 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 autumn’s rain

When you awaken in the morning’s 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 forever cry
I am not there
I did not die..

- A poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye.