Treat
Unravel the riddle to reveal this botanical treasure!
In a vessel, pure and clear,
A tender touch, no scent to fear.
For those who seek a gentle grace,
To soothe, to soften, a soft embrace.
A prism’s light, a radiant ray,
With nature’s love in soft array.
No fragrance stirs, just peace in bloom,
A quiet dance, where skin finds room.
Botanicals pure, a silent song,
For skin that longs to be soft and strong.
To ease the dry, to mend the day,
Luminous skin in the softest way.
What am I? A gentle gleam,
A beauty’s balm, a dream serene.