Upon I Breathe...

The days of days,

That runs the place.

Restrain that says,

One loves, one hates.

To the limitless lands,

You take walkless walks.

Mind seasons in the sun,

Almost never looks around.

Someday a scent stumbles,

This leads your reality into crumbles.

There is nothing to take peeks,

Yet the fragrance slyly sneaks.

Recovers the zeal of life,

Benevolence by your side.

You seek the pleasure to strife,

You remain marvelled by each sight.

You seem to miss the farm of roses,

You seem to cherish the smell's flight.

A day that comes when skies were frozen,

Got me where the thousands had might.