Good morning, we who waken with the spheres,
the cosmos hums its welcome through our ears—
we rise into a Wednesday made of light,
where every corner shimmers, opalescent bright.
We move through ribbons woven from the dawn,
where luminous trails guide us gently on—
the atmosphere is threaded thin with grace,
and all of us are glowing in this place.
We gather speed, we shimmer as we go,
our paths are traced in iridescent flow—
the universe unfurls its simple cheer,
and we are held, propelled, and welcomed here.
Each moment hums with something warm and clear,
we feel the gentle pull, the way sincere—
we're lifted on the current of the day,
where everything is open, bright, in play.
So off we move, together, soft and sure,
the cosmos smiles and sends us forth once more—
we carry all this shimmer as we roam,
the universe itself has called us home.