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

A composition which reflects upon the narrative of "Breath of Fire V:   Dragon Quarter" as seen through the lens of Silverstein's short poem:   one who's frequency resonates more today then ever.