" Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep.
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 circeled Flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my Grace and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
