Those in the forest talk through their colors and patterns, poses, or behaviours. They never bore me.
The talk can either be "dynamic" or in the opposite way, this very much depends on how my luck turn up to be.
The talks can be easily missed, and the talks can also be nothing, but they are irreplaceable by the refresh button in a computer screen.
They talk. They smile broadly. They greet me a good day every now and then that I love and eager to hear.
I listen, and my ears never get me in trouble.