Title: "Veil of Transformation" Where silence speaks in low, profound tones, A woman stands, lost in the present current. Her hands, a soft summons lifted to the heavens, Beneath the veil, a soul beginning flight. The canvas holds her spirit, deeply unseen, In earthen tones, a compelling tale is spun. Where gentle darkness dances with soft light's caress, And captured dreams take wing in a moment of bliss. Butterflies linger, in brilliant shreds of white, Anchored yet free, in the fabric of day and night. They flit about, spinning sagas of swift rebirth, As she inhales the enchantment of her own self-worth. Every brushstroke, a hunger now uncovered, The shroud of her history, little by little smothered. With every square inch, she starts to come alive, In the realm of creation, her blossoming will thrive. Oh, muse of the artist, so wild and fearless, What do you witness beyond what we see? A vision of hope, of deep love, of pure beauty, In the center of the silence, she finds her truest place.