Against the back drop of green leaf copses, dulcet bird chirp, and deep shade fountains, 

that dawning from the azure blue sky a silken whisper,

to follow street signs on my route to work with ample gusto  and much verve,

each metal

 pointer to destination a micro mirror on its surround, 

stoic indicator of direction, that upright unique urban compass,clustered by  behemoth scenic grandeur at its mint spring zenith,

and surging throngs who sashay in brisk step patterns so diverse yet firmly focussed,

as I am whilst counting on that reference point, that fixed point usher, 

that loyal friend at each station safe in the knowledge of arrival, 

and in equal measure a return journey post exhausting day’s toil,

how symbolic are these pathway guide rails to the one who warms to flagship growth,

in its inevitable transit on foot slog pitfall strewn road of mastery