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