In Florence's world, where dreams take flight, A seventh birthday, pure delight. Her curls, like waves of golden glow, Dance with every breeze and flow. A day unfurls, as laughter rings, In gardens where her spirit sings. Candles flicker, bright as dawn, For Florence, with her curls drawn. Adventures wait through every door, With stories spun forevermore. A year of wonder, joy's sweet friend, Florence's magic knows no end.