Looking for the Woods

These buildings stand,

Where once were trees,

The wind is sad,

Yet no one sees:

Bees and sparrows crying shrill

Earth is shaking, won’t be still,

Volcanoes erupt, tsunamis come,

Beautiful houses rubble become.

Drought devours, flashfloods feed,

Trembling children are in need,

Some are roast, while some freeze,

Stakes are high, yet no one sees.

So earth demands a promise steep,

That, woods are lovely, dark and deep,

And miles to go before we sleep,

And miles to go before we sleep!

- nehasri

#classicpoem #ProseChallenge52 #twist #itslit #moderninterpretation #RobertFrostP.S.: This is how I think the classic poem 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' by Robert Frost can be re-interpreted to suit the modern times. A grave situation faces us and I believe this challenge is really apt for this interpretation.