“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.”
More from Shel Silverstein
“….and she loved a little boy very, very much– even more than she loved herself.”
“Poor, poor fool why can’t you see She can love others and still love thee.”
“I can be someone’s and still be my own.”
“And all the colors I am inside Have not been invented yet.”