The tree that kept growing while I was rigging it

I'm up in a big old oak, setting a rigging line, and every time I look down the crown's got bigger — new leaves pushing out between my fingers, branches forming before I can find a safe spot to stand. The ground crew keeps calling up for me to come down, but the tree won't let me go. It wants me to climb forever. I wake up with my hands sore like I'd actually been gripping rope all night.