,I did not die.

I am thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight 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 of circling flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Don't stand at my grave and cry
I am not there,I did not die.