Where the Sidewalk Ends

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.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Shel Silverstein

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I had a dream the other night, and this was the best I could do to depict it. The sky is kind of odd... but honestly, it's exactly how I remember it.

CREDITS
Sky 1 - Sky N Mirror by ~tenderprey
Sky 2 - Coming Storm by ~bloodlust-stock
Moon - Full Moon 01 by ~nader76
Cliff - Norge by ~polinife-stock
Bird - lb1-26 bird by ~bstocked
Girl - Red 3 by *liam-stock
Texture - [link]