Alicia's Poem

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

I am in a thousands
winds that blow
Across Northrends bright
and  shining snow

I am the gentle showers
of rain
On Westfall's fields
of golden grain

I am 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 stars
warmly gleming
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 their,I do
not die