"...In one of the languages, there are no nouns, only verbs held for a longer moment.

The animals have no need for speech, why talk when you are a word 

I lean against a  tree, I am a tree leaning

I break out again into the bright sun and crumple, head against the ground

I am not an animal or a tree, I am a thing in which the trees and animals move and grow, I am a place"

Margaret Atwood

Surfacing

Chapter Twenty-Four