Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not here. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripended grain. I am the gentle Autumn rain. When you wake up in the mornings 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 here. I did not die.
In tiefster Trauer, Mirko und Familie.