directions

To the north, the winds blow free,
To the south, lies the open sea.
To the east, where the sunrise glows,
To the west, where the daylight slows.
Turn right at the corner street,
Go straight ahead where the alleys meet.
Take the first left, then cross the square,
You’ll find the market waiting there.
The bridge connects the roads so high,
The tunnel leads where mountains lie.
The roundabout’s circle, spinning tight,
Take the exit left, it feels just right.
Tripsteps guides me every way,
From signposts clear to what maps say.
Each word of direction builds my mind,
Learning’s fun with goals aligned.
The path is marked, the trail is clear,
The destination’s drawing near.
Follow the arrow, trust the guide,
Each turn ahead feels justified.