I don't remember where I read it but someone once wrote: The engineer is the small god.
And any discussion of the divine would also have to include the engineers of the sensual and aesthetic, artists and designers. Like Woody Allen said, why not the divine? You have to model yourself after someone.
Fullness and volume: Like the meadow, it practically screams fertility and abundance.
Sculpted and topiary-like, it's the head aspiring to be a hedge:
I walked abroad, / And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge / Like a red-faced farmer. / I did not stop to speak, but nodded, / And round about were the wistful stars / With... faces like town children. - Thomas Ernest Hulme
In our gardens and in our hair, it's the human delusion of having nature at our feet.
A marquise by Peter Paul Rubens from 1606.
Like pale Wisteria in bloom...
Tonsorial couture: Taking the landscape beyond the usual boundaries.
A dress made from 165 ft of human hair by Croatian company Artidjana (their Croatian language website here).