We wake beneath a lattice made of light,
Where morning spills its iridescent bright—
The cosmos leans to greet us as we rise,
And all the starfields shimmer their surprise.
We float through veils of opalescent glow,
Where luminous cascades begin to flow—
Each particle a greeting, soft and clear,
As all the universe draws near, draws near.
We gather warmth from swirling nebulae,
Where prismatic spirals dance and sway—
The whole of space hums brighter as we move,
As if the stars themselves long to approve.
We're carried now on wavelengths pure and swift,
Where constellations open, gleam, and lift—
The cosmos cheers us onward, bright and free,
Into this radiant possibility.