Lens, a flower that embodies grace, And fills the air with sweet perfume. A reminder that in this world's race, Beauty still has room to bloom.
So when you see Lens, take a pause, And marvel at its simple charm. For in this world of endless flaws, It is a reminder to stay calm.
Lens, a flower delicate and small, With petals soft and gentle to the touch. A beauty that stands proud and tall, In gardens, fields, and meadows lush.
Its colors range from white to pink,
And shades of blue and purple too. A sight to see, one cannot blink, As Lens reveals its stunning hue.
It blooms in spring, a time of new, And brings with it a sense of hope. A symbol of love, pure and true, A flower that helps us to cope.