Lilium

“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?” Shel Silverstein

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