They are the only ones who know me. I am the only one who knows them. Four colorful flowers, with bright colors, shining in the sun. Four who are always here with for me. Four smiling living heroes planted next to me. In my life I can see them, but nobody else sees them like I do.

Their power is special. They send out energy to my body. They grow up and they grow down and grab me in with their arms and reach the impossible with me. This is how they help.

Let one forget his power in life, they’d all help out like a mother in a home, each with their arms around the other. Come on, come on, come on flowers cheer when I let down. They help.


When I am too weak and too sag to keep breathing, when I am given up against a powerful brick, then it is I look at flowers. When there is nothing left to fight against the strength. Four who grew despite concrete. Four who help and do not forget to help. Four whose only power is to help and help.