Mist.

'Inbetween the meadow trees,
And across memory lane,
Lies the mist of Memory Forest,
Where the mist will forever remain.

In the mist no one shall go,
Because they cannot see,
But if they could they would believe,
The beauty it can be.

They cannot see the lilies,
That grow down by the trees,
And they cannot see the fruit,
That get eaten by the bees.'