AT MY GRAVEDo not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there
I do not sleep
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in a morning's hush
I am the uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft star that shines at night
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there, I did not die
-Unknown
Carter and Mouse