Hello busty. I wish to share with you too. 

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 the 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 quite 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.