Don't stand at my grave and weep
I am not threr
I don't sleep
I am a thsound wind that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripen grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning is hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft star that shine at night
Don't stand at my grave and cry
I am not threr
I didn't die