Do not stand at my grave & weep, I am not there: I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint 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 the quiet birds in circle flight, I am the soft star - shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P Jean with love.