I hold a breath that never leaves, and rain that falls but never flees. A captured season, a silent cage, where life is written on a glass page. I am a kingdom without a key, where the earth looks out, but cannot be free. What am I?

Furry tail flicks high, Nut hidden, a winter hoard, Quick climb, then it's gone.

I am not a river, but I carry the same, though smaller in size, I still have my fame. What am I?

Beneath the ground I drink the rain, In a rabbit’s paw, I bring him fame.

Born as stone beneath the tide, I raise vast kingdoms side by side. Though unto thine eye I seem but rock, Countless little lives compose my stock. Handle me ill, and I wither away, Fading from the sea to mournful gray.