An old tree flourishes
in the wilderness roots tapping 
a flow from the mountain...
In the desert of my life 
I drink from heaven's fountain.

Health is being whole
Regaining something stolen
Pulling the cork
From the fountain of life;
A new edge to an old knife.

Aquarius holds the pitcher high
Living water from the sky.
This river, once a stream
Like every thought and dream
Runs to the sea.

In the darkest hour.
The tide of time
Has tipped the scales
A new day dawns, the old one pales.

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