Memories... beloved memories

Passing by the woods where I left,
Place where my memories are kept.
World protests, yet I stand
Being strong, with hand in hand

Mesmerized with beloved memories,
Lying besides the massive trees,
Chattering, listening and wandling,
Walking along and wobbling.

Birds' chirp wakes me up,
Reality seems puzzled stuff.
Yet I praise while I pass,
Beautiful nature and meadows full of grass