While waiting in line I talk to the trees

Is there anything more serene
than seeing a baby blue sky
resting upon a tree’s new green?

I looked behind me
while waiting in line
and there were the trees
splendid as always
the old bodies
the new welcomes

I replied to their hello
and they drew my soul in
to the sound
of their colours
their many shades of green
kissing the subtle shade of blue

I ask again

Is there anything more serene
than seeing a baby blue sky
resting upon a tree’s new green?