The stations of the compass
We know them all by name
Each of them is different
But also much the same

Together there’s direction
Or four as the case may be
Where will each one journey
I guess we’ll wait and see

North is cool and focused
South is warm and bright
East welcomes the morning
And West does chase the night

Possibilities are endless
The journey now does start
The compass that you carry
Is the one within your heart