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 glints on snow.
     I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn rain.
     When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush
     Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night.
     Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.

                                     Author unknown