Bloomwave Cascade

Flicker of a spark in the morning chill

Quietly waking up

on the hill

Warmth begins to rise,

a gentle hand

Breathing color back into the land And it grows,

and it bends (ooh-ooh) Where the winter ends

Watch the petals opening wide

Rising with the summer tide All the colors starting to flow

In the bright synthetic glow (yeah-eah)

Sunlight cutting through the heavy haze

Counting down the quietest of days

Every branch is stretching to the sky Dancing as the clouds are

passing by

We are blooming (ooh-ooh)