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 sun light on ripened grain I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning rush I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight I am the soft stars that shine at night I am not there I did not die. I shall think of you and miss you everyday, my love is with you Heatherbelle