Teistmoodi sünnipäev

... sel aastal vanaema ei helista ... ei saada kaarti.

Donot stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I did not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint on snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle morning rain
When you awaken in the morning 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