Analysis of But Alas! The Trees were not humming

In search of peace, in search of bliss
To relive magic in the city I often miss
I ventured into my beloved forest of the old
Where time seemed like it always was on hold
Besides the pond, behind the burial ground
Beneath the sparkling skies, I wanted to hear the humming of the trees

Swaying rhythmically to the left or to the right
So sprightly like a ballerina in full flight
Pleasantly overwhelmed by the sight,
My heart fluttered in remembrance of those adolescent nights
As I waited to hear the soft singing
But Alas! the trees were not humming
All I could hear was deathly screeching

Dazed and confused I went further
And as my myopic vision became clearer
What looked like rhythm was an assortment of chaos
Parched dirt, chopped oaks, and burnt willows
Withered leaves, dry stumps and diseased trunks
Illuminated by the fires from the nearby industrial junks

I looked up expecting to awaken from the devil's nightmare
But no sight of the blue wonder above only bloody smoke flares
Besides the pond a bunch of masked devils reeking of ill-gained wealth
Wishing each other more affluence and good health
With a wounded heart and tearful eyes
I slowly trudged back in to the reality of hell masked and covered in ash