I would want this read out at my funeral.

don,t stand by my grave and weep,
i am not there i do not sleep,
i am a thousand winds that blow,
i am the diamonds glint on snow,
i am the sunlight on ripened grain,i am the gentle autumn rain,
in the soft hush of the morning light,
i am the swift bird in flight,
don,t stand by my grave and cry, i am not there i did not die...................................................