Do not stand by my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am a diamond's glint in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's 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 star that shines at night.
Do not stand by my grave and cry,
I am not there.

I did not die.

~Anonymous