Pine Trees and the Sky

Somehow today's clouds called to mind lines 

from an old WW1 era poem by Rupert Brooke; 

the poem itself doesn't quite fit my thought 

but perhaps some of the lines do:  

Then from the sad west turning wearily

I saw the pines against the white north sky,
Very beautiful, and still, and bending over
Their sharp black heads against a quiet sky.
And there was peace in them; and I
Was happy.....Being glad of you, O pine-trees and the sky!