Think About A Cloud. Just Float Around

Trees Cover Up A Multitude Of Sins.

We Have No Limits To Our World. We're Only Limited By Our Imagination.

I Don't Know If Anything In Nature Ever Grows Exactly The Same, But They Are Always Exactly As The Way It Should Be, Perfectly Itself.

If I Paint Something, I Don't Want To Have To Explain What It Is.

Let's Build Us A Happy, Little Cloud That Floats Around The Sky.