Poem Released By Yak Before He Was Killed ? 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 glintz on the snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn rain. When you awaken in the mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush. of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft star that shines at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, Iam not there. I did not die !