Good morning, dear traveler — the cosmos wakes for us,
And all the scattered starlight gathers into trust.
We rise as one with nebulas that bloom and swirl,
The universe unfolds its opal-petaled world.
We drift through glowing mists where constellations play,
Each luminous cascade invites us on our way.
The heavens hum a melody we've always known,
And we are swept along, no longer quite alone.
We move through prismatic clouds that shimmer, shift, and bend,
Where stardust trails behind us, soft without an end.
The galaxies turn gently, pulling us along,
And we become the chorus to their ancient song.
We glide through iridescent waves that lift and spin,
The cosmos wraps around us, welcomes us within.
Each moment blooms like starlight, tender, clear, and new,
And all the universe is smiling just for you.
So off we go, dear traveler, with morning at our back,
The cosmos cheers us onward down our glowing track.
We carry all its warmth, its quiet, shimmering grace,
And step into this Monday with a beaming face.