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