I know this is in jest, but I'll just take the opportunity to respond by posting my favorite poem. The relationship between it and your question -- well, that's for you to decide.
The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.
The question was sincere yet playful. I appreciate your answer. Here's a poem I like.
O'er all the hilltops
Is quiet now,
In all the treetops
Hearest thou
Hardly a breath;
The birds are asleep in the trees:
Wait, soon like these
Thou too shalt rest.