What Am I?

I was placed by the wind or a soul. 

I feel the sun rise and cast my veil until the light fades into night. 

I acquire the bounty of the rain in the spring, the warmth of the sun in summer, the cool breezes of the wind in the fall, and the fridges of the coldness in the winter.

I stand watch as the lineage of life comes and goes.

I see all the happiness and sadness of mortality as my time transpires. 

I behold as life ensues and traverses through time towards its culmination.

My continuance is ignored until I fall.  

If only I could relinquish my chronicle of time, the discern of life as seen through my leer.