Who made the birds fly to their nests
And sing to the evening sun?
And who made the stars in the night to appear,
After the darkness comes?
Who made the creatures of night
Sing their song?
An endless invisible choir.
And when all of them at once
Cease to sing,
And a very loud silence is heard,
Who stopped their song?
Did you think it was you?
Then tell me,
How did you come?
Bruce Mundhenke has worked as a laborer and a registered nurse. He enjoys nature, reading, and writing poetry. He lives in Illinois with his wife Mary, Their dog Max, and their cat Gracie.