Good morning, wanderers — the cosmos greets us here,
where light cascades in ribbons, iridescent and clear.
We rise into a Saturday that hums with gentle play,
as stardust whispers welcome to October's tenth day.
We drift through veils of luminance, prismatic and warm,
where galaxies are spinning in their quiet, flowing form.
The universe is singing — can we feel it drawing near?
Each shimmer holds a promise that the morning will appear.
We flow through constellations that are bending into bloom,
where wavelengths dance in spirals and make space within the room.
The ether swells with laughter as the nebulae unfold,
and every glowing particle is ours to gently hold.
We gather in the radiance that spills from realms unseen,
where spectrums merge and mingle in the spaces in between.
The cosmos lifts us lightly, like a current, like a stream,
propelling us toward wonder, toward the edges of a dream.
So off we go together, bright and buoyant, unafraid,
with starlight on our shoulders and a universe that's stayed.
The morning sends us forward — we are glowing, we are free,
spiraling through October with the cosmos' guarantee.