Do not stand at my grave and weep
Possibly written by Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints of snow.
I am the sunlight in ripen grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.