Gridlike Universe (March)

I see green needles out of brown poles,
proud, upward, forthgiving.
I see light slide oh so gently,
caressing each swaying needle,
each uniquely,
and all at once,
soltiduminously,
shining on each distinctly
not to its volition, but to theirs.
Is this part of our gridlike universe?

I see a gray shade over blue background,
its edges shift and fade invisibly,
yet undeniably,
a swift cloud beneath a white half moon.
So far, so bright, and yet so dimmed
by the halogen yellowish lanterns
that now seem to swarm this place.
But the moon's color of brightness,
whiter than crystal white,
it spawns an ineffable purity.
Alone, nonchalant,
but oh so observant.
Is this part of our gridlike universe?