Good morning, radiant ones — we rise again,
as starlight threads through every now and then.
The cosmos hums its iridescent song,
and all of us are welcomed here, belong.
We float through veils of opalescent air,
where luminous waves are everywhere.
Each moment sparkles, shimmering and new,
as if the universe delights in what we do.
We glide through streams of prismatic delight,
where everything dissolves in dancing light.
The morning lifts us higher, ever free,
and all we are is what we're meant to be.
So off we go, propelled by cosmic grace,
as stardust swirls through this effervescent space.
The universe is cheering, bright and clear—
we step into our Saturday, we're here.