Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I'm not there, I do not sleep. 
I am the essence of a clear blue sky. 
I am the yearning to climb very high. 
I am the breeze you feel as you spot. 
I am the rapture of flying your slot. 
I am the rustle of a canopy in flight. 
I am the flicker of camp fire light. 
When you pass through the door into open air, 
I know you're smiling, I am the wind in your hair. 
So do not stand at my grave and cry, 
I am not there; I did not die. 
[unknown author]