I know it's late...
here's beautiful poem I found
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 a diamond glints of snow
I am a sunlight of ripened grain
I am gentle autumn's rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds encircled 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...
*the Time Guardian*