Remember

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 snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn's 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.

Author Unknown

On another note entirely, I have a friend who is celebrating his birthday today, and I feel rather bad for him, since people tend to be sombre and reserved, so here's a little happy birthday for him.

Daydream Believer