I am a thousand winds that blow
I am a diamond's glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn's rain
When you awaken in the monrning'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
~Author unknown~