a Walking stone

It has been to many places; this is a walking stone.

Ask it,

How many times have you witnessed the sunrise and sunset?

How many torrents and tarns have you dived?

How many flowers have you smelled,

and how many nights have you spent on the various traces?

But, for thousands of miles,

You always recall the rocky coast where you were born,

and the slight caress, from the rain.