I found a huge pine tree with many intricate branches and I lay down under its canopy as I began to witness the tree. I then began to look at all the interwoven branches and I noticed the beauty of the sun pockets shinning through them. Peacefully and gently, the branches swayed with the slight breeze. At first I tried to understand what it must feel like to be a tree. I kept trying to imagine what it would be like to have a million arms and legs interwoven around the trunk of my stable body core. I stood up and did a few arm-twisting yoga poses. I thought, ‘if I can look like the tree then maybe I will be able to understand its inner authentic spirit.’ Something wasn’t right though. An ‘aha’ moment occurred. I wasn’t ‘listening’ to the spirit and character of the tree. I was just superimposing what the tree looked like onto my body. But I didn’t need to replicate the tree to find its authenticity. I realized that I needed to stop trying to personify the tree and to instead ‘listen.’ So, I stood still as a witness, I stood long and tall next to the tree. My body felt strong with my confidence in my feet and I stood tall with the tree, knowing that we could both make it through the harsh winter that was to come. Then I began to move with my eyes closed and I let the tree be my witness. Feelings of apprehension surfaced as I reflected on my personal struggle with ethical dilemmas. In this exercise, I understood how dancing with the environment through movement activities that require trust, ‘listening’, understanding, and connecting encourages empathy between species. I understood that I cannot know what the tree needs or experiences and all I can know is what I experience, but in doing so I can understand my reciprocal role in an ecosystem.