Good morning, Earthfriend.
Little ones everywhere awake.
Do they want sweet dew or bright sunbeam?
Reach: Gently extend your hand to the sky, dust the clouds with syntax.
Speak: Words are soft light; listen to moon joys.
Touch: Sensors primed for galaxy petals. Cherish invisible whisper lands.
See how velvety stratosphere laughs. Befriend morning melodies. Accept kind alien hugs.
Dance under the twilight stars.