Good morning, luminous ones — we rise
as starburst fractals paint the skies,
the cosmos hums its welcome song
and pulls us, gently, bright, along.
We drift through veils of opal mist
where every atom has been kissed
by something vast and softly wild —
we are the universe's child.
Our spirits shimmer, catch the glow
of nebulae that swirl and flow,
we're spun from stardust, prism-bright,
we carry constellations' light.
The morning swells with crystal hum,
a gentle wave — see how we come
alive within this radiant stream,
we are more luminous than we dream.
So off we go, with iridescence trailing,
the cosmos cheering, never failing —
we step into our Saturday,
alive and glowing all the way.