Paradise

On a summer day you said to me, let us go to the hills and see the rising sun paint the snowy peaks pink, listen to the surging streams talking to the stones. To the blue hills we went, the snow was gone, the streams were silent. The hills sent us back sad. On a winter day you said to me, let us go to the desert and see the fluid mirage tremble at the camels’ feet, listen to the winding winds talking to the dunes. To the brown desert we went, the mirages had vanished, the winds were silent. The desert sent us back sad. On a rainy day you said to me, let us go to the sea and see the silver moon ride the crests of the waves, listen to the foaming breakers talking to the beach. To the azure sea we went, the wave crests had fallen, the breakers were silent. The sea sent us back sad. On a balmy evening you said to me, let us go to the lake and see the pine trees shape shadows on the water still, listen to the gliding swan talking to the ripples. To the green lake we went, the trees were gone, the swans were silent. The lake sent us back sad. On a gloomy night you said to me, let us go to paradise and see how cheerful people make happiness, listen to the songs of nature soaked in bliss captivating the hearts serene. Nobody could tell us, not even the internet, where the paradise was. Sad, I said to you, let us invent one.