Smelling the Coffee On the Isle of Skye

The smiling loch gives a welcome Along with the vigorous pine, Time to recharge the soul And smell the coffee on the Isle of Skye. Misty mountains of mystery Are a drug with a natural high, And offer more to discover Sipping coffee on the Isle of Skye. The landscape changes each minute As clouds give way to the shine, As the sun whispers the invite Smell the coffee on the Isle of Skye. White washed homes contrast colour Of illuminous mountain sides, That greet the Cali ferries, And bring life to the Isle of Skye. You can almost touch the mountains As you're touched by the Western Isles, Three dimensions experienced, while Sipping coffee on the Isle of Skye. But the likeness of God in nature Stirs the fourth dimension inside, Marries the natural and spiritual, while Smelling the coffee on the Isle of Skye. Chaos theory must answer To the Western Island design, A place too wonderful for me While smelling coffee on the Isle of Skye. The Gaelic heart of Scotland  Melts into the core of mine, As the wide-eyed little boy Smells the coffee on the Isle of Sky.