Good morning to us, waking soft and near,
as if the cosmos smiled to find us here—
we rise into a day that's spun from light,
where every soul is welcome, warm, and bright.
We move through prisms hung on nothing's thread,
where opal clouds unfurl above our head—
the universe is whispering our name,
inviting us to join its gentle game.
And now the morning gathers, clear and wide,
a shimmer spills across the cosmic tide—
we feel it lifting, luminous and free,
a warmth that holds us all so tenderly.
The stars themselves are cheering as we go,
they scatter radiance on all we know—
we carry forward now, alive, aglow,
as if the universe just told us so.