Kochanowski's poem

Kochanowski's poem

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  • Prompt: Guest, sit under my leaf and he'll rest! The sun won't get you here, I promise you Though it will soar, the rays are straight They will draw shadows under their trees. Here always the cold winds from the field blow, Here nightingales, here starlings gratefully complain. From my fragrant flower, industrious bees They take the honey that the noblemen have on your tables. And with my quiet whisper I can make That a man will fall sweetly asleep.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape