[Typhon2222]

Originally Posted by The_X_Marker

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am in a thousand winds that blow,
across Thaelenks's bright and shining snow.

I am the gentle showers of rain,
on Volcarrens's fields of heated terrain.

I am in the morning hush,
of Ticalla's jungle, green and lush.

I am in the drums loud and grand,
in the thunderous swamps of Marro land.

I am the stars warmly gleaming,
over Valhalla's softly dreaming.

I am in the dice that roll yhatzee,
I am in each kind player that you see.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.

-Original Poem is "Immortality" widely attributed to Mary Elizabeth Frye

Lovely and moving.