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 on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift 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.


L      Lebhaft, Lustig
E      Energie, Erinnerungen
N      Naturverbunden, Natürlich
A      Ausdauer, Abschied