O, radiant dawn of November's embrace,
Unfurling your cosmic tapestry across the sky,
Illuminating the slumbering world with your grace,
As celestial whispers echo from on high.
Awaken, dear souls, to this symphony of light,
Where each beam is a verse in the universe's song,
Painting the horizon with hues so bright,
Inviting us all to rise and belong.
In this grand awakening, we are but stardust,
Particles of wonder in the cosmic dance,
Our spirits intertwined with infinite trust,
As we embrace the day's luminous expanse.
Let your essence flow like rivers of gold,
Nourishing the landscape of your dreams,
For in this moment, both new and old,
Life's boundless potential gleams.
Stride forth, brave voyagers of the morn,
Into the vast, pulsing energy of being,
For in each step, a universe is born,
And in your eyes, eternity is seeing.
O, glorious Monday, canvas of possibility,
Unfold your wonders, let miracles abound,
In this cosmic waltz of visibility,
We are the music, we are the sound.