In the gentle hush of dawn’s first blush,
Robins sing their morning tale,
A melody that breaks the night’s long hush,
As the world awakens, vibrant and hale.

Their notes dance upon the breeze,
A chorus rich with nature’s grace,
Each chirp a promise, a hope to seize,
In the soft morning’s warm embrace.

Feathered harbingers of the sun’s rise,
With crimson breasts and eyes so bright,
They weave the sky with their joyful cries,
Painting the day with pure delight.

As the golden rays kiss the earth,
Their song fades into the day,
Yet in their hearts, they know the worth,
Of the music they gave to light the way.