The night is calm, the winds are friendly, the birds are sleeping, the earth is sweet.
I stood on the mountain if I could see beyond what am yet to see
but a foot of mine hit a rock and the Little Rock fell from the high mountain down to the earth upon a water which make a sweet sound "tu-poo".
Even with the lowest sounds, it echo more than the sounds of waves in the sea, the earth was bright and the stars were shining,
the moon gloom my heart that all I could think about was "the rolling stone".
Hallucination is now part of me, I fell into illusion thinking how beautiful was the sight of a Little Rock falling from the mountain down to the water, it rolls in a rainbow shape,
the speed was low, the velocity was high, I focus my gaze at the Little Rock, it was so charming,electrifying,elegant,shimmer, no words of encomium to describe the Rolling Stone.
If the mountain will accept me as a rock, am ready to be the next Story tale of the "Rolling Stone".