Gary Kropp

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 the thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle Autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling 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.