Good morning to we who arrive in this hour,
the cosmos itself blooms with welcoming power—
as if every star has been waiting to see
us gathering here where the universe breathes free.
We rise through the shimmer of opalescent streams,
where galaxies hum with iridescent dreams—
each constellation spills forward, alive,
propelling us onward as wonder can thrive.
The celestial currents grow warmer, more bright,
cascading through us in prismatic light—
we move with the motion of nebulas turning,
our momentum unfurling, our spirits still learning.
The vastness itself seems to quicken and glow,
as if all creation wants us to know—
we're carried by forces both gentle and vast,
our courage awakens, our hesitation past.
So forward we go into Saturday's embrace,
with the cosmos itself cheering on every trace—
we're luminous beings in motion, aglow,
and all of existence delights as we go.