Sitting on the sand dunes with a frown,
My big sister Zura seems remarkably down
She has been visiting the gym all week
It seems like it’s health and fitness she’ll seek
She’s been punching bag and running laps
With no time to take some naps
She even had no time for me
What could my life even be?
She sits there stressed, her gritted teeth
Her life’s tied up with a leesh
I run in with a smile on my face
And tell her, “I know a special place.”
We run together down to the shore
Zura’s smiling more and more
We roll down the dunes and make prints in the sand
Using our feet and using our hands
We watch out for jellyfish buried deep
In case their skin may sting our feet
We build sandcastles and paddle in the sea
Just my big sister Zura and me
We bury her father Palm in the sand
We even bury his bandaged hands
We run across the shore flying kites
Laughing and squealing, what a sight
Zura seems to feel better now
She seemed to be part of a stressed crowd
But now she’s spending time with me
She feels as happy as can be
She sits near the tide with me hand in hand
Toes wriggling in the sand
And watch the sun shimmer as it sets
Another day in the sun?
You bet!
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