I THRIVE- By Lydia Ireri.

I want to save you sweat,
Rescue your soul from the burning coal,
Can I tell you about me a blink?
So that tonight you may dream,
Of the light you have tried to cover in me.

It might upset you to know,
I thrive in hard times,
My light shines most in dark hours,
But this,
Will save you from sleepless and dreamless nights,
That are your tick.

It might devastate you to know,
My banks overflows in drought,
And I harvest during famine,
You know what?
My orchard calls all,
When the wells are long dry.

It might agitate you to know,
I shake my hips like I mean it,
When everyone holds their limbs in cold,
Simply because I am an empress.

It might fail your grands and emotions to know,
My wells becomes yummy and spicy,
When it is swampy,
Just for you to know.

Does my beauty make you frown,
Do you still get jealous of my portable size?
I grow slender and tender daily,
Just for you to know.

Can I tell you a secret about me?
I thrive and succeed in dark moments,
Aha,
Anything you can do about that?
So, spare your heart a fail,
Stop exposing my rainbows,
'cause just like a young butterfly,
My soul and body beauties are naked,
Safe in nature,
Just for you to know.

This might wake you up from your slumber,
When I let you know,
The stones you throw at me,
I have learnt the art of making them a foundation,
That raises me up to a higher ground!