Indian Prayer
	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 glint on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the soft starlight of night. Do not stand at my grave,and cry, I am not there. I did not die.