[Intro]
Steam drifts through a dawn-lit bakery, soft and true.
[Verse 1]
Orders flood in, the clock forgets its pace,
Flour on my sleeves, I chase the dough's wild chase.
From the starter jar, a velvet aria swells,
Demanding rare spices and moonlit zest as spells.
"Obscure ingredients," it sighs, "for a grand display,"
"Standing ovations for every loaf we bake today."
[Chorus]
"Rise to the occasion!" the starter cries,
"Obscure ingredients from shadows and skies."
"Standing ovations for every loaf we bake,"
"And let the crust glow like a curtain of light."
[Verse 2]
I slow my breath, ride the rhythm of need,
Patience as tempo, I plant the measured seed.
The oven ticks time with a hopeful glare,
We coax the dough to rise, the diva sits in the chair.
[Chorus]
"Rise to the occasion!" the starter cries,
"Obscure ingredients from shadows and skies."
"Standing ovations for every loaf we bake,"
"And let the crust glow like a curtain of light."
[Bridge]
Slow the pace, listen—the dough has a heartbeat,
Trust the rise, not the rush that secrets defeat.
The audience warmth is bread, not noise or fear,
We share the loaf, and the voice learns to hear.
[Chorus]
"Rise to the occasion!" the starter cries,
"Obscure ingredients from shadows and skies."
"Standing ovations for every loaf we bake,"
"And in the steam, we find our quiet wake."
[Outro]
The bell rings soft; loaves cool bright and clear,
We bow to steam and light, and breathe in cheer.
