Forgotten Language by Shel Silverstien
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 the 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,
Once I spoke the language of
the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
Where the Sidewalk Ends, Shel Silverstien
Once I understood each word the
caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the
starlings,
And shared a conversation with the 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,
Once I spoke the language of
the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
Where the Sidewalk Ends, Shel Silverstien