A different Eden

I would paint a painting anyone could live in. It would not be too big, because I’d want you to carry it with you. In it, I would see sunshine in a garden on a hill by the sea. I would feel fresh air, smell ripening peaches, and listen to songs of the thrush and canary. You could join me there, or, in the same painting, you could find a different Eden, just down the hill, or on an island in the sea.