Once I spoke the language of the flowers, <br />Once I understood each word the caterpillar said, <br />Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings, <br />And shared a conversation with the housefly <br /> in my bed. <br />Once I heard and answered all the questions <br /> of the crickets, <br />And joined the crying of each falling dying <br /> flake of snow, <br />Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . . <br /> How did it go? <br /> How did it go?<br /><br />Shel Silverstein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgotten-language/
