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 a diamond glint 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 stars that shine on night Do not stand by my grave and cry I am not there I did not die ~Miss you :-(