“There is a place where the sidewalk ends.”

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

— excerpt from “Where the Sidewalk Ends,” by Shel Silverstein

 

Sidewalk rainbow.

Photo credit: Monika Wahi [CC BY-SA 3.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D