Good morning, beloved — the cosmos lifts its gaze,
and welcomes us together into radiant, shimmering days.
We rise where starlight pools in soft, cascading streams,
where all the universe unfolds in iridescent dreams.
We move through nebulae that spiral, bright and free,
where every molecule of being hums with possibility.
The galaxies are singing us awake in crystal tones,
and we are swept along through luminous, opalescent zones.
Now warmth accumulates — the cosmos gathers close,
and everything within us blooms like stardust, lucent, verbose.
We're flowing through the wavelengths where the universe expands,
propelled by constellations reaching out with radiant hands.
The morning swells around us, quickening and clear,
as if the spheres themselves are leaning in to cheer.
We spill across the vastness, glowing, unconfined,
while prismatic currents lift us — exuberant, aligned.
So off we go, delighted — every one of us aglow,
the universe itself behind us, urging us to go.
We're carried forward, shimmering, into this unfolding day,
as all of space and wonder smiles and lights our way.