Coonoor

My first steps to my first high,
Two decades went fleeting by.
I gathered myself and my thoughts as I
Prepared to say my final goodbye.

Green hills and the chill breeze,
Purple skies and the smell of rain;
What I felt everyday, were now memories
Only as memories, they will remain.

A small town to a big city,
Leaving this tiny band of people, a pity;
This is a tale as old as time,
To let it all go, I was disinclined.

But such is life, I have to admit,
And what comes next is quite obscure.
I have made my peace with it;
With love, from Coonoor.