And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see

- Neutral Milk Hotel "In the Aeroplane over the Sea"

Copied background layer, blurred copy except for the tree, laid a bright green layer over it all. 

Jays paddle the clouds
of blue and orange:
oily jazz and
stark bar lines.
Musky mist sags
and wrinkles, pickled
breaths: nature's incense.

Blackbird 

The Beatles

Turn Up the A.C.

Animal Collective, that is.