Good morning, wanderers — the cosmos stirs for us,
as April's light unrolls its opalescent fuss,
we gather here where stardust learns to play,
and every threshold hums: we're welcome to the day.
The galaxies are grinning as we rise,
their spiral arms conducting pearl-lit skies,
we drift through gleaming corridors of air,
and find ourselves already everywhere.
The universe is pouring out its glow,
we tumble through its iridescent flow,
each ripple pulls us gently into more,
as if we've always been what we're reaching for.
So off we go, beloveds — bright and free,
the cosmos cheering: look at what we see!
The whole wild morning opens just for us,
and we are held, we're humming, luminous.