I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am a dimond glint on snow,
I am sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain,
When you awake in the morning,
Hush: I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds encircling flight,
I am the soft star shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there...I did not die.
-Anonymous
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
29th December 2009