You can breathe like the leaves

 of a nice brown autumn tree, 

for they know of all 

of the patience and prosperity 

Or breathe like the rain of spring

but you will find out soon 

that you will only receive such little dreams

Or breathe like the dangers 

of the fiery pit, 

for it has no control 

over what it kissed 

Or you can breathe like the cold 

because of it likes 

for everything 

to unfold when told

So which season do you like the best, 

so you can finally sit down 

knowing that all your troubles 

will be addressed?