Harmony Of Colouring Is Destructive Of Art?

I See Through My Eyes, Not With Them.

Where Cheating Is, There's Mischief There.

He Loves To Sit And Hear Me Sing, Then, Laughing, Sports And Plays With Me; Then Stretches Out My Golden Wing, And Mocks My Loss Of Liberty.

Kill Not The Moth Nor Butterfly, For The Last Judgement Draweth Nigh.

To Some People A Tree Is Something So Incredibly Beautiful That It Brings Tears To The Eyes. To Others It Is Just A Green Thing That Stands In The Way.