The Mountain Stone

The shepherd sited over the stone and looked at the Mountain with abundant stones. The black clouds walked slowly heading towards the North, seemed to promise some rains. The boy smiled as he thought with the green grass that would be helping his cattle recovering their bodies. Then was the time to think well when you were in the Mountain. There was nothing that could disturb your mind because the cattle had been still gazing down, eating their food. The words were deeply dragged from the thoughts of the men who deemed during their sentences imprisonment, when they all slept on their prison beds. They pondered and taking their pick click ball point pens and writing whatever reached their minds. Then they created their own words which would be used in the country. The shepherd gazed at his cattle and smiled when saw them eating the green grass. They shook their heads, tilting them backwards, looking above the sky. They seemed to smile in their nice taste and that mattered the shepherd and started to write his own poem.He thought with the burial and looked at the boat and coffin in his country. He was reached by some thoughts and wrote the words on the stone as he could turn.