ON THE CANVAS OF BEAUTY

A brush dips deep in hues of dawn,
On canvas bare, a vision takes flight.
A woman's face, where shadows yawn,
Bathed in a golden morning's light.

Her hair, a cascade spun of silk,
Flows down her back in waves of fire.
Her laughter, captured with a flick,
A melody the brush conspires.

The artist weaves a silent song,
Of strength and grace in perfect rhyme.
A woman's essence, ever strong,
A symphony in colors, held in time.