Zero is nothing
One is solitary
Six is too little
Eight is too much

So, seven is just right
Seven is prime
It’s round, symmetric
Odd and yet even

Seven days per week
I can see nature
Seven hours per night
I can dream of paradise

Seven decades long
I hope to love life
And these seven years
Made you grow

They grew awe and love
For our creator
Who guided you on the path
And drew you close to him

And may these qualities
Become even and symmetric
Within and around you
And praise his glorious name.