In a room of dreams and chance, Frimmy stands with hopeful glance. Her heart is wise, her spirit keen, A teacher's heart yet to be seen. With knowledge vast as skies are wide, She carries wisdom deep inside. But fate, it seems, plays its own tune, And leaves her waiting for her noon. Patience, dear friend, is a gentle guide, For stars still shine on the patient tide. In every 'no,' there's space to grow, And paths unseen will start to show. Trust in time and strength you've known, For every seed of skill you've sown. Frimmy, friend, your light so grand, Will soon be seen across the land.