Good morning, beloveds — we rise once more
as stardust gathers at the cosmic door,
the heavens hum with iridescent light
and all of us are welcomed into flight.
We drift through veils of opalescent gleam
where galaxies unfold like half-remembered dream,
each moment shivers, luminous and clear—
we are the song the universe wants to hear.
The constellations whisper as we pass
through prisms turning starlight into glass,
and every step we take makes something new
as if the cosmos blooms because of you.
So let us move through shimmer, mist, and glow
with all the grace that only we can know,
the morning cheers us forward, bright and free—
we are the light the world was meant to see.