千の風になって
Do not stand at my greave and weepDo not stand at my grave and weepI am not there, I do not sleepI am in a thousand winds that blowI am the softly falling snowI am the gentle showers of rainI am the fields of ripening grainI am in the morning hushI am in the graceful rushOf beautiful birds in circling flightI am the starshine of the nightI am in the flowers that bloomI am in a quiet roomI am in the birds that singI am in the each lovely thingDo not stand at my grave and cryI am not there I do not die