I don’t know what this tree is.
Google lens did not give me a match.
Looking up at this cluster reminded me of hair tied up in a ponytail.
I remember the game I used to play when my mother sat on the deck chair in the garden, with her long hair in a ponytail hanging over it’s back, reading books.
I would wiggle my head through her hanging strands and arrange her hair around my face claiming them as mine.
I loved long hair then. Years down the lane, life got in the way, and I found it’s care consuming a lot of my time.
That’s how I opted for a short and low maintenance style.