A Touch From An Angel Poem by Okim Otu

As I sit gazing under the tree's crotch,
I am cought in an awe beyond measures,
It seems so glaring that I have been touched
Touch instantaneously where I treasures.

At the comeliness of nature l stared,
Within her subtle beauty I was snared,
Though in stormy weather I was floating,
Calm waters now cool my head like a spring.

Warm air breath out of my nostrils slowly,
The tree flags it wagging leaves joyfully
And I wake to this apparent union
Shrouded in mystery as dens of lion.

No more heavy burdened like a camel
Surely, this touch must be from an angel.