Quietly I Catch Its Presence Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

The morning is one of the most glorious:
The sunlight is making surfaces shine
Transmuting their forms to treasures
Such that presence and beauty align.

Do what you must restless relentless time
To take away the lightness for shadow:
This pure sunlit scene will always abide
And I will protect it from foreshadow.

Time cannot devour this bright circumstance:
Aside the lion's paws, the tiger's jaws,
Like the Phoenix it is immune from fears
And will always signify existence.

Quietly I catch its presence then
And trace its beauty with a golden pen.