Good Morning, Americans Poem by Natasa To

Good morning, Americans—

to the hum of highways stretching like silver ribbons,

to the hush of wheat fields bowing in amber prayer,

to the tide's applause along distant shores.



Good morning to the bakers in Boston,

the teachers in Tulsa,

the nurses in Phoenix

walking softly through automatic doors

as the sun lifts its lantern over brick and glass.



Good morning to the cities of sleepless neon,

and to the porches where coffee steams

in chipped ceramic mugs—

where headlines rustle like restless sparrows

and a flag catches the early breeze.



Good morning to the dreamers—

coders and carpenters,

poets on subways,

farmers studying the stubborn sky.

May your tools be steady in your hands,

your courage louder than doubt.



Good morning to the mountains keeping watch,

to the rivers that remember

every story carried in their currents.

From desert bloom to northern pine,

from rust-red canyon to lighthouse beam,

this wide and wandering land

breathes in unison.



Good morning, Americans—

may your differences be bridges,

your freedom a shared horizon.

Step into the light of this new day

with open hands and hopeful hearts.



The sun has signed its name across the sky.

It is yours to answer.