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 houseflyin my bed.

Once I heard and answered all the questionsof the crickets,

And joined the crying of each falling dyingflake of snow,

Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .

How did it go?

How did it go?