You are a thousand winds that blow,
You are the diamond glints on snow.

You are the sunlight on ripened grain,
You are the gentle autumn's rain.

When I awaken in the morning's hush,
You are the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
You are the soft stars that shine at night;

I will not stand at your grave and cry;
You are not there, you did not die.

Author Unknown