Sometimes you just have to frame it right. (I took this in a local garden center!)
To read a vignette for this image, see here.
A forest of tree trunks, standing tall, rise into the bluish-green mist. And vaguely wingéd things, like moths and butterflies, fill the air, while gentle electric currents dance, and the curtain covering their faerie world begins to break apart before our wondering eyes.