'O Tiger-lily,' said Alice... 'I wish you could talk!' 'We can talk,' said the Tiger-lily: 'when there's anybody worth talking to."
The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above.
The lilies say: Behold how we Preach without words of purity.
All flowers talk to me and so do hundreds of little living things in the woods. I learn what I know by watching and loving everything.
Once i spoke the language of the flowers,Once i undrestand each word the caterpillar said,Once i smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.
I don't think there is anything magical about the language of flowers in real life or in my book.
What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!
I traveled a full two years with 'Language of Flowers.'
The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.
