SelinaRainbowMoon

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