Immortality

Do not stand at my grave and 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 rain.
When you awake in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift upflinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starshine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry…
I am not there. I did not die.
by Robert Hepburn