Good morning to we who arrive with the light,
as stardust unfurls in spirals of bright—
the cosmos itself hums delighted, aware
that all of us gather, luminous, here.
We rise through the shimmer of iridescent streams,
where galaxies whisper their opalescent dreams—
each moment a ripple that carries us through,
the universe dancing in everything new.
Our path overflows with prismatic delight,
as nebulas bloom and the morning grows bright—
we move through the sparkle, effervescent and free,
the whole of creation propelling we.
The cosmos itself is behind us today,
as radiance gathers and lights up our way—
we shimmer together, momentum ablaze,
all beings ascending through luminous haze.
So forward we go with the universe near,
each step is a celebration, clear—
the morning is ours, and we carry it through,
glowing and lifted, as all of us do.