The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
Is lady of the land.
There's sweetness in an apple tree,
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn.
When with moss and honey
She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,
She sets the world on fire.
The Rose by Christina Rossetti
Created by AI and digital painting
Tools: Catbird, Midjourney, SketchBook, Photoshop
Dimensions: 5328 x 8000 pixels
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