Here lies a mothers heart
Do not stand at our grave and weep
We are not there, we do not sleep
We are a thousand winds that blow
We are the diamonds glints on the snow
We are the sunlight on ripened grain
We are the gentle autumns rain
When you awaken in the mornings hush
We are the swift uplifting rush
Or quiet birds in circled flight
We are the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at our grave and cry
We are not there we did not die.