Do not stand at my grave an weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow.
I am the sunlight on ripended grain,
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken at the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I did not die...

-Anonym_


Auf ein Wiedersehen Adeno!