You want your tree to have some character. Make it special. See there, told you that would be easy. Be so very light. Be a gentle whisper. Let the paint work. We touch the canvas, the canvas takes what it wants. We don’t have anything but happy trees here. Let your heart be your guide.

That’s a son of a gun of a cloud. Making all those little fluffies that live in the clouds. I guess that would be considered a UFO. A big cotton ball in the sky. Give him a friend, we forget the trees get lonely too. You want your tree to have some character. Make it

There we go. That’s the way I look when I get home late; black and blue. That’s a son of a gun of a cloud. In this world, everything can be happy. The man who does the best job is the one who is happy at his job. Let’s put some happy little bushes on