In the early whispers of the morning light,
When shadows fade and dreams take flight,
The robins sing with voices pure,
A melody that hearts ensure.

Their notes cascade through forests deep,
Awakening souls from their silent sleep,
With every chirp, a story told,
Of ancient woods and memories old.

Beneath the canopy of emerald green,
Where sunlight dances and dewdrops gleam,
These feathered heralds of the dawn,
Announce the day with a joyous song.

So let us pause in life’s swift race,
To hear the symphony, to find our place,
In nature’s choir, where robins reign,
And peace is found in their sweet refrain.