"Do not stand at my grave and weep.  Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn's rain. Do not stand at my grave and mourn. I am the dew-flecked grass at dawn. Where tranquil oceans meet the land I am the footprints in the sand To guide you through