I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die...

- author unknown