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

Another manipulation that's directly inspired from poetry. Hopefully this will be the rain that ends this dry spell I've had lately!

Stock:
Background: [link] by ~bazzabent-stock
Girl: [link] by =faestock
Rock: [link] by *Dracoart-Stock
Textures: aethereality.net

Dedicated to =bewarecalamity because she kept yelling at me to manip some more.