Taking a walk it is far from serene
There is wind from the west blowing down everything
Treetops will sway and the branches will crack
When the weight of themselves serves to break their own back

Look out above.  Falling branches

Crash as they go on their trip to the ground
When the limb separates there's a terrible sound
When the wind gusts I will look to the sky
For a branch that was thrown in a bad way to die

Thousands of limbs lie in spots where they fell
In a adventurous tale for someone to tell
This time I lived to rob the arborist's dream
When all the trees come alive they throw their branches and scream