Swim

All around me they are building their islands.
Palmtrees with coconuts, monkeys and golden sand.
Still swimming, I look for my feet
but they seem to be too deep down.
Someone is calling!
A lady trapped in the sand she was building with
and all of a sudden she does not want to build anymore
but to swim.
But I know she will complain about the water being too cold and too blue
and she will miss her deserted island
with its palmtrees and tigers and golden sunsets.
When I grow up I'll build an island of my own,
but it has to be mine and it has to be perfect!
Small, but with a multicoloured coral reef.