When I was seven
A caterpillar made a fine friend
Its stoic fur thrilled my fingers
Thunderous fairies
That hid in trees
Placed dewdrops on leaves
And planted clover
Oh to be seven
Again and again
Oh to be seven again
Oh to be seven
Again and again
That would be heaven
Now that I’m older
My worries seem to weigh the world
Reality has such a cruel sting
Ravaging armies
Bleed on TV
I weep at their grief
And I just think
Oh to be seven
Again and again
Oh to be seven again
Oh to be seven
Again and again
That would be heaven
Though I may wish for
The snap of youth to come once more
I couldn’t wait to spark a juicy flame
Falling in love
Is proof enough
It’s worth growing up
Though parts remain
Seven
This is heaven
I am seven
This is heaven
Oh to be seven
Again and again
Oh to be seven again
Oh to be seven
Again and again
That would be heaven
Adriane Lake 