Do Not Stand By My Grave And Weep.
I Am Not There. I Do Not Sleep.
I Am A Thousand Winds That Blow.
I Am A Diamond Glint Of Snow.
I Am The Sunlight On Ripened Grain.
I Am The Gentle Auntumn Rain.
When You Wake In The Morning Hush,
I Am The Swift, Uplifting Rush
Of Quiet Birds In Circling Flight.
I Am The Soft Starshine At Night.
Do Not Stand By By Grave And Cry.
I Am Not There…I Did Not Die.
-Native American, Author Unknown