We Do Not Die.
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep.
Tame a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun 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.
— Unknown