I"LL SPROUT AGAIN

When you see me Remember I'm human I'm not immortal But I can't die human death I'm protected by immortal power. Many have killed me by their lips Have butchered me with their words Have martyred me by their evil hearts Have climbed up by my name Still I refuse to wither and dry like grass. With the smell of water spring With the touch of wetness I will sprout again I will produce my buds and flowers I will produce sweet fruits again. © Poet Emerson Tikani Country Kenya 🇰🇪