A prayer from the Makah Indians to Lakota Sioux
"Do not stand by my grave if you will.
I am not there. I chase leaves still.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am a diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am thankful you took away my pain.
When you awake in the morning hush.
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand by my grave if you will.
I am not there... I chase leaves still."