The Water Bearer

Sometimes its a mountain.
But other times just a hill.
Springs can be fountains.
Artesians water can chill.

Cold water can refresh.
Especially on a hot day.
It can make cold the flesh.
We have to grow anyway.

Drink till your thirst is gone.
But drink slowly the cold.
Your work is still not done.
There is so much to behold.

Like the mountain you bear.
Moles can just see the hill.
The water is crystal clear.
Insights flood; Always will.

All life must have drink.
Even the mighty great oak.
But some water can stink.
We are wheels in a spoke.