Shel Silverstein star poem

Dear FutureMe, I love this poem and I thought it might be nice to send a random poem to the future you/me :D. I mean, who knows what kind of day you're having? What if you're having a bad day? Well, if so, maybe this will cheer you up. If you're having a fantastic day - then this just adds to it, right? :D I really hope you enjoy it! Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein 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.