Scatter New Seeds

There's a man who lives on a island
His eyes are as blue as the sky
His skin is as brown as the berry that falls
When autumn leaves blow by
His wavy hair is streaked with silver
Like surf curls under moonlight
His smiles so sweet
It could turn up the heat
On the chilliest foggiest night

He runs an inn by the water
Where mainland tourists stay
He bakes fresh bread every morning at 5
And says "it's a wonderful day"
He walks the beach at sunrise
Starts making beds at 10
Counts his blessings every night
Tomorrow he'd do it all again

This is a life
He never would have thought possible
If he had stayed
Where he was before
But life is short
He refused to be miserable
So he packed his bags
Waved goodbye
Then he closed that door

His friends back home were startled
And sadly shook their heads
"Chalk it up to a mid-life crisis"
They knowingly said
But as days turned into weeks and months
And he did not return
They took a harder look at their own lives
And lessons never learned

This is a life
He never would have thought possible
If he had stayed
Where he was before
But life's too short
He refused to be miserable
So he packed his bags
Waved goodbye
Then he closed that door

He is well aware of those
Who want to see him fall
But they are outnumbered by those
Who want him to stand tall
The road that he is traveling
Is one that more of us would choose
If we weren't so afraid of
What in life we just might lose

There will be times the doubts will roll in
The blue will turn to gray
Old habits are so hard to break
If inertia gets its way
Listen to your own heart
Follow where it leads
Time to pull up old roots
Scatter new seeds