Do not Stand at My Grave and Cry Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep, I am a 1,000 winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain, When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circled light, 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, For I have taken flight. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am the leaves that whistles by, I am the the seeds that will be sowed, I will be there to watch them grow, When you awake in the morning's sun, On that day my work will be done, For I shall rise to the sky, Do not stand at my grave and cry. With all my Love Angelene (Cookie) Odems-Brown and Family Angelene Odems-Brown