Mystery

I hunted across the hills and broke them

The stony land 

Either barren or barren

I smoked stones in place of water

Stones can meet thirst when

No water miles and miles 

And danced whole night all the modern dances;

My aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,

But they knew that it was mystery.

Upon the glazen shelves kept watch,

My friends and me knew 

It is not mystery,

Can you guess if it is mystery!