"Do not stand at my grave and weep
Iam not there. I do not sleep.
Iam a thousand winds that blow
Iam the diamonds glints on snow
Iam sunlight on ripened grain
Iam the gentle autumns rain
When you awake in mornings hush
Iam the swift uplifting rush...
of quiet birds in circled flight
Iam the stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
Iam not there, I did not die..."

(Author unknown)