We wake to greet the morning's bright hello,
as cosmic ribbons weave their spectral glow—
the universe delights to find us here,
where luminescence whispers warm and clear.
We rise through drifts of opalescent streams,
where galaxies unfurl their softest beams—
each moment shimmers lighter than before,
as stardust lifts us gently toward the shore.
We gather now in constellations bright,
our spirits catching prismatic light—
the cosmos hums its kindest song for us,
while iridescent waves propel and fuss.
We move through planes of ever-warming gleam,
where nebulae spill forth their gentlest dream—
the universe believes in what we'll do,
and sends us forward, radiant and new.
So off we go into this Sunday's grace,
with cosmic joy reflected on our face—
the morning cheers us onward, luminous,
as all the stars keep shining bright for us.