Good morning, woven ones, the cosmos hums for we
Who rise through shimmer-trails where starlight runs so free—
The universe unfolds its iridescent wings
And gathers us like dew on all these dancing things.
We drift through veils of opal, soft and crystalline,
Where galaxies are singing what we've always been—
Each ripple holds our laughter, every gleam our own,
And warmth spills out like petals from a comet flown.
The nebulae are swirling with our growing glow,
We're swept in luminescence, in the undertow—
Through prisms splitting open, through the streaming arcs,
We're moving with the music, we're the spreading sparks.
And now the spheres are turning, now the waves cascade,
We're carried in the brightness that our joy has made—
The cosmos lifts us forward, spilling radiance through,
And everywhere we wander, we're the morning too.
So off we go, still glowing, into all that waits,
The universe behind us opening its gates—
We're shimmering and boundless as we find our way,
And everything is cheering as we greet our day.