Let me dissolve like hail onto the muddy narrow, winding track. Allow me to merge into the very ground that nurtures me. Let me dance to the sound of thunder as it roars in the dark sky above me and allow lightning to be my guide through the darkness. The wind can cradle me as I fall to the ground, reminding me of my mother's warm embrace. With so many elements surrounding me calling me home, how can I possibly resist? Allow the skies to weep in the form of rain and quench the thirst of the drying earth. The silent screams echo through the mountains that are not audible to the mortal ear. Paradise does exist, and it is wherever you want it to be.