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.Art by
firekeeper77
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 748 x 1069px
File Size 83 kB
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