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The old stone mill house has been there for years,

built by the side of the fast flowing stream.

When walking through the woods it then appears,

as if coming through the light of a dream.



People have taken this walk many times,

enjoying the air and the great outdoors.

Hearing the wind blow through the trees as chimes,

and the sound of the hawk, high as it soars.



The sound of the stream with its little falls,

babbling down on its steady old path.

This is where I like to hear nature’s calls,

and if alone jump in, taking a bath.



Those who don’t like nature know not what they miss,

losing the ability of nature’s bliss.