Good morning, dear ones — we arise once more,
as starlight gathers at the cosmos' door.
The universe hums softly, glad we're here,
and all of space leans close to draw us near.
We drift through veils of opal, soft and bright,
where every atom shimmers into light.
The stillness holds us, luminous and free,
and whispers warmth through all we'll ever be.
Now galaxies unfurl their prismatic glow,
as iridescent currents start to flow.
We rise together, lifted, clear, and warm,
held gently in the cosmos' constant form.
The universe itself delights to see
us moving forward, radiant and free.
So off we go, dear ones, the whole sky cheers—
we're carried forth on light that knows no years.