Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there I didn't die. 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 rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift, uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the stars which shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die Love you special one X