I'Ve Heard The Birds Sing Too Often Poem by Evan Histed

I've heard the birds sing late at night.
I've heard the birds sing before the dawn.
I've heard the birds sing while it rains
But, come the storm
And, all is silent…

Where are the birds now?
When peace is needed most?
When hope is needed most?
And when all seems to be lost?

How can they sing before I wake?
Why do they sing when I can't sleep?
How often have I been awake to hear them start?
Why do they continue while I lay in bed?

Yet they always leave me when the thunder starts.
They desert me when the flashing lights begin.
When the sky is dark and full of clouds,
Their songs are not to be heard.

Despair is what I sing.
Pain is what I listen to.
I fill their missing place,
And cry to the sky when they’re gone.