Once I spoke the language of the flowers

Once I understood each word the caterpillar said

Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the Starlings

…and shared a conversation with a housefly in my bed

Once I heard and answered all the questions of the crickets and joined the crying of each falling dying flake of snow,

I once spoke the language of flowers.

How did it go?

How did it go?

Shel Siverstein