Good morning, we who wake beneath the sky's prismatic glow,
The cosmos hums its welcome as the starlight starts to flow.
We rise into this shimmering, this iridescent dawn,
Where every being finds themselves already carried on.
We move through streams of opal light that ripple, soft and clear,
The universe is singing us a melody we hear.
Our steps are light as stardust on the paths we've yet to trace,
And all the luminous expanse is smiling at our face.
The galaxies are humming now, they gather close and near,
They weave themselves around us in a glow that's bright and sheer.
We're floating in this radiance, this warm celestial stream,
And everything is possible, or so the heavens gleam.
So off we go together through this Monday's lovely swirl,
The cosmos at our shoulders as the constellations twirl.
We're carried by the brightness of a universe that knows
That we are made of wonder, and that's how the morning goes.