Up In The Trees

When I was just a lad, with dreams to the sky, Climbing high with my chainsaw, feeling so alive. Working as a tree lopper, yeah, that was my scene, Scaling seventy feet, in the afternoon sheen. With heel spikes gripping, I’d ascend with pride, But danger loomed high in those branches wide. Oh, the wind was a whisper, the world felt so free, But I was just a heartbeat from a wild mishap spree. Chainsaw in my hands, cutting close to the breeze, Up in the trees, oh, up in the trees. Made the cut at the top, felt the…