Breath to Define - with adagio

I listened to the weeping waterfall, from my mind's  
misting eyes, in gravity's silence.  
 
As summer kisses me with it's warm goodbye, singing with a weeping memory in a staccato's woods.  
 
With the leaves of a vibrant newborn serenity falling, from a shadow's branch in the haunted attic of my mind.  
 
Chilled by winter's cold whispers to find, Fujiyama's philosophy, of snow-topped breath to define.  
 
Standing in grandeur, of all season's, ascending to the glaciers beyond the rising dawn.