Forgotten Language
A lot like “Where the Sidewalk Ends,” this manipulation is completely based on another Shel Silverstein poem, “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?
- Shel Silverstein
It’s pretty simple, as far as manipulations go, because the more I wanted to add to it, the more it seemed to be defeating its own purpose.
Credits:
- Background - bazzabent-stock @ DeviantART
- Girl - faestock @ DeviantART
- Rock - dracoart-stock @ DeviantART
- Textures - aethereality.net
