Lucky Number 7

The flowers of the field are in sevens
As are the frogs & tadpoles swimming in the lake.
The only thing that numbers eleven
Is the count I took of clouds in the sky

As I feel the gentle breeze,
The sun warms me
God Himself embraces me, as He sings
Lullabies through the crickets, frogs, & birds

I fall into a restful slumber
With seven pots of clovers
Seven colors of the rainbow
In my humble, country home

There are fourteen ducks,
Seven adults, seven babies
My son is seven years old
Playing by the lake

I wake up to the sight
Of seven beautiful doves
God lets me know it’s
Me He so loves