Good morning, wanderers — we rise with the spheres,
The cosmos itself has been waiting for years.
Each orbit aligns as we open our eyes,
And all of the universe hums its surprise.
We drift through the shimmer of nebulae spun,
Where opalescence and starlight are one.
The galaxies whisper: you're right where you are,
We move through the morning, both near and afar.
A radiance gathers, it pools at our feet,
The planets are singing, their chorus complete.
We follow the current of luminous streams,
And everything glows with the warmth of our dreams.
The constellations are cheering us on,
We're carried together from nightfall to dawn.
So step into Saturday, iridescent and free —
The cosmos is with us, wherever we'll be.