“Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am the thousand winds that blow.

I am diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am gentle autumnal rain.

When you waken in the morning hush.

I am the soft 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.”

~ Anonymous