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