In a garden of laughter, the day does unfold, Eve turns seven with stories untold. Candles aglow like stars in the night, Whispers of joy in her birthday's bright light. She dances in dreams, speaks French with flair, A melody woven in the soft morning air. With Frannie beside her, they wander and play, In a world of enchantment, they blossom today. Petals of dawn crown her delicate brow, Embracing the wonder of here and now. With love as her guide and family near, Eve's seventh birthday, a treasure to cheer.