Do not stand by her side and weep, She is not there, she does not sleep. She is a thousand winds that blow, The diamond glints that shine from snow, The sunlight on the ripened grain, The soft and gentle autumn rain. When you awake in the morning's hush She is the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. She is the stars that shine at night. Do not stand by her coffin and cry, She has gone, but she will never die. Mum and Dad.