Analysis of The journey

As I travel down these winding roads I carry with me God's most precious loads. I look into my mirrors and what do I see but the eyes of these little ones all staring back at me. The laughter I hear is like notes playing in a song, a melody with meaning,  while our journey seems long. The happy voices I welcome to my listening ears this is their very first bus ride it is also  the beginning of many years. The children are our future they hold the keys to our hearts show them love and kindness they will know where some journeys need to end and where the new ones need to start.