They are the only ones who survived. I am the only one who visits them. Four big fish colored who are lonely like me. Four who are old and weathered. Four big fish remain, alone in the pond, circling in the water.
Their resilience is strong.They send large ripples in the water. They grow older and then grow larger and day by day feeding like royalty and rule, and reamain  four colored kings in the water. Always never later.
Let one forget his reason for being,they'd all fall like the fish before them, each king around the other. Live, live, live they say while I'm there.
When I'm too sad and too lonely to keep keeping, when I am nothing against everything,then I look to the fish. When there is nothing left to look at in the pond. Four who grew against all odds. Four who swim and don't forget to live. Four whose only reason is to live and live on.