directions

To the northwest, the mountains rise,
The southeast greets with ocean skies.
The compass needle spins with grace,
Marking paths through time and space.
The lane narrows, the boulevard’s wide,
The path uphill is a steady ride.
The byway curves, the main road calls,
Each journey’s tale where the spirit falls.
The route map’s clear, the signs are bright,
Each turning point feels just right.
The exit ramp, the merge ahead,
Through every path, I’m being led.
Tripsteps teaches with every line,
From country roads to paths divine.
Each word I learn, each turn I take,
A guiding light with steps to make.
The trailhead marks the journey’s start,
The destination’s sign warms the heart.
From winding roads to highway spans,
Each direction broadens my plans.