"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 the snow,

I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush,

Of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die"

Author Unknown