The lighting on this otherwise banal subject is really diaphanous. It gives the prosaic blade of grass a sort of Maxfield Parrish feeling. I expect to see a maiden with chastity belt come riding past on a unicorn.
"I never looked for it, gave it no name; yet I knew it always, when the gift of peace came. I stood quite still for the moment that it lasted...Then the light shifted slightly and the moment passed, leaving me...with the lasting echo of its presence.." Diana Gabaldon