Forgotten Language

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?

Written by
Shel Silverstein

I Submit This
For Those Who Lived Their Childhood...
Like a Child...And To Those Who Are Searching
For The Woodoo Machine ...Like in the Movie - THE BIG -
And To Those Who Wish...
Never To Be A Grown Up!