Chill in the frill

Old trees stand
with strength and might,
caught me eye
struck at first sight.
Steep cliffs bending
making our way,
paused my beat
imagining them in May.
A curvy long road
to me it said,
"The evil inside you awakens
only when fed."
My hair stood up and
froze my arms,
then came the sight of
the first few homes and farms.
As we went round and
round with fear,
the bus whispered to me
"I'll reach you to the top,dear."
People looked into our
window to see,
if there were tourists
coming across the sea.

-Written on 12th Aug, 2011
On my journey to Coonoor :)