Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
Across Northrend's bright and shining snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
On Westfall's fields of golden grain.
I am in the morning hush,
Of Stranglenthorn's jungle, green and lush.
I am in the drums loud and grand
The thunderous hooves across Nagrand.
I am the stars warmly gleaming
Over Darnassus softly dreaming.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I do not die.
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Blizzard Entertaiment owns this poem. You can find it in World of Warcraft in a quest. Say what you think.
