In high school and college, I had a slight obsession with Stephen Crane's short poems.  The sentiment of one, which gives the sweetest personality to a little blade of grass, has always stuck in mind even when the words don't.  If you get really close, the angles, curves, and lines are amazing, and some of my favorite painting subjects. 

In heaven,
Some little blades of grass
Stood before God.
"What did you do?"
Then all save one of the little blades
Began eagerly to relate
The merits of their lives.
This one stayed a small way behind,
Ashamed.
Presently, God said,
"And what did you do?"
The little blade answered, "Oh my Lord,
Memory is bitter to me,
For, if I did good deeds,
I know not of them."
Then God, in all His splendor,
Arose from His throne.
"Oh, best little blade of grass!" He said.