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.

~Uncertain