Fleeting Youth

A luminous youthful face flickers like a passing moment. Her softness already slipping into memory as time moves quietly onward. Around her, ancient knowing hands rooted in the deep lineage of womanhood gently cradle and witness her beauty. Not to keep it, but to honor it as something sacred and fleeting. In this tender holding, youth is not lost but transformed and absorbed into a timeless wisdom that recognizes its brief radiance as part of a greater enduring feminine presence.