Thabo the Creator

Chapter Two

There once was a girl, Janka true,

With a heart that was kind and so blue.

She danced in the rain,

Wiped away all the pain,

And brought joy in all that she’d do.

With a smile that could brighten the day,

She would laugh as the children would play.

In her garden so bright,

Every flower took flight,

And the world felt a little less gray.

But not just a friend, she was wise,

With stories that lit up the skies.

She would share tales of old,

Of adventures so bold,

And her laughter would always arise.

So let’s raise a toast to our friend,

The real Janka, on her we depend.

With her spirit so free,

She’s a treasure, you see,

A light that will never quite end.

There once was a girl, Janka true,

With a heart that was kind and so blue.

She danced in the rain,

Wiped away all the pain,

And brought joy in all that she’d do.

With a smile that could brighten the day,

She would laugh as the children would play.

In her garden so bright,

Every flower took flight,

And the world felt a little less gray.

But not just a friend, she was wise,

With stories that lit up the skies.

She would share tales of old,

Of adventures so bold,

And her laughter would always arise.

So let’s raise a toast to our friend,

The real Janka, on her we depend.

With her spirit so free,

She’s a treasure, you see,

A light that will never quite end.