Forgive me and all those who trespass against me. Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am gentle autumnal rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush, I am the soft uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there,
I did not die.
(Soldiers Poem)