An Ode to a Friend
This girl is a traveller, a wild bird floating free,
She soars above the clouds, and dives down to the sea.
This girl is an explorer, she conquers mountains high,
She follows the river south, then heads north to the sky.
This girl is a dreamer, embracing as she goes,
The story never-ending, the colour forever flows.
This girl is a balle, that’s Swedish for cock I believe,
She sets herself great challenges, and always does succeed.
This girl is a chef, she throws up an amazing meal,
You should try her tuna pasta, it’s out-of-this-world unreal.
This girl is a best friend; she loves, encourages and inspires,
She puts aside her own life, and for you has faith and admires.
This girl knows not her own beauty, absorbed in others but not herself,
No reliance upon fashion or fame, nor make-up, ego or wealth.
This girl is Johanna Grill, a dear friend in my heart,
Whose impact upon me never fades, even when miles apart.
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