I am a thousand winds that flow
I am diamond glents on snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift upflinging rush

I am quiet birds incircling flight
I am the soft star shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I did not die

- Author Unknown

An anonymous poem found in the belongings of a solider killed in Northern Ireland