O perfect sphere of jelly, lens, and light,
That swims within its socket's bony cage,
Through which the world's vast wonders take their flight,
And paint upon the mind their living page.
Your iris dances, pupil shrinks and grows,
Like camera's shutter swift to change its view,
While color floods through cornea's curved windows,
And retina reads each signal old and new.
Six muscles guide your endless graceful dance,
As quantum photons strike your surface clear,
Converting waves to pictures at a glance,
To build the vision of both far and near.
Nature's own lens, more perfect than man's art,
That links the outer world to mind and heart.
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