the weathered mill
water churning through
the wooden blades

in times when
resources were plentiful
meadows lush green

the creek sheltering
an elusive creature
the enigmatic platypus

when peace was
too common to notice
undervalued and plentiful

once it disappeared
people tend to
appreciate it again

the old mill
roof still intact
its wheel turning

standing strong through
all seasons upheaval
explosions and wars

the comforting place
where human work
with nature coexist
peacefully

Poem written with a picture prompt from Writers Unite!
Image by dshat from Pixabay