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
