Welcome to the Tree Of Even More Doubt, where the branches of logic are as tangled as a teenager's hair after a bad perm.
I mean, have you seen the way the leaves are arranged? It's like the tree is trying to tell us something, but it's just a bunch of useless, waxy, green bits.
As you wander deeper into the forest, the doubts only grow thicker. You might start to wonder if the tree is just a giant, sentient, walking piece of driftwood with an existential crisis.
Or maybe it's just a really big tree with a really bad hair day.