Belgium

Do not stand at my grave and wheep.
I am not here, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond's gift on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you wake in the morning, 'hush'
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines in the night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am here, I did not die

Vava Thiers passed away while I was in Peru
he loved the rhododendrons and so much more...