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.