Flight Seven
by Mike Orrell
Drifting through sleep ,once again I flew
Off towards this mystery in magical Peru
Who drew this lines on this desert plateau,
What was their purpose? I demanded to know
I dove towards this monkey who beckoned to me
"Look at my hands, a secret you'll see"
Just like the feet on this duckling from Heaven
We seem to be featuring the holy number Seven"
"Yes its True" I remarked " a pattern indeed"
Then he rolled out a list and urged me to read
From the number of oceans to the class's of stars in Heaven
Nothing is more blessed than the holy number Seven
"It represents God" he said with a grin
"To prove HE exists HE'S planned it within"
"All of your spectrums and days of the week
Behold even your Gospels of Sevens they Speak"
"That explains why now Im dying to know
Please tell me wise monkey who put on the show?"
"I would tell you young dreamer who gets the glory
But we've run out of time and reached the end of the story"