"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
Acorss Northrend's bright and shining snow.
I am the gente showers of rain
on Westfall's fields of golden grain
I am in the morning hush
of Stranglethorn's jungle, green and lush
I am in the drums loud and grand,
the thunderous hooves across Nagrand.
I am the starts 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."
 Alicia's Poem