Where the sidewalk ends

Ahaaaaa look I did art for school.
This illustration's based off Shel Silverstein's poem "Where the sidewalks ends" for elements of production Overall I've gotten great feedback from my peers and I'm incredibly happy with the colour schemes! Athough I'm planning to do the realistic version of this soon (I drew this more cartoon-y because I pictured the poem to be read by a child) so I think I'll do my original take of the poem too

Anyhow hope you like it and constructive critisisms are welcome!

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.