Four women sitting on a bench.
Bright sky, green land, free wind,
They looking far.
The oldest woman very strong, the leader.
You see when nodding head before you think
Who is she is.
Her only word, that makes it all,
What says, it what will be.
And nothing in the world can go against her word.
One time with no chance at all,
She said we stay and win, few people with her,
They did because of only her impossible believe.
Like snow white, blue eyes, clear.
White hair, winter cold, doesn't like talk.
Only softly touching hand.
You will be fine.
That's all.
Near on the right, bright brown almost sparkly hair chubby woman,
She likes highlights with hena.
Her weight her only problem,
All everything is always good.
She knows nature best of all.
Fist on the left another blond, not very old.
She doesn't believe to any one:
Oh, really, who said that now?
Let me see, and worries blown in the air.
The forth woman is young,
She laughs and smiles, always happy and
Can make you happy in a second.
Four women sitting on the bench. ..
