David George Haskell’s new book fascinates me. He tells of the music and songs of trees and rivers: the sounds of rain on different leaves, the wind in the upper leaves of the ceibo trees, the calls of bromeliad frogs, of parrots, of insects, monkeys, crested owls, spectacled owls, tawny screech owls, and tinamou. He recounts the pain of a bullet ant bite. He relates that ” good and harmonious life” with reciprocity and solidarity” Listen to the trees as you walk amongst them and as you dream. He describes the tension as local communities fight against the oil companies and consumerism in the Ecuadorean forests.