In the gentle hush of morning’s embrace,
Robins sing a symphony, a sweet serenade,
Their melodies weave through the tender air,
Awakening the world with a hopeful grace.

Their crimson breasts catch the first light’s kiss,
As they flutter amidst the emerald leaves,
Each note they sing a promise of bliss,
A whisper of dreams, of quiet reprieves.

The world stirs to the rhythm of their song,
A chorus of life, of joy, and of love,
In their music, we find where we belong,
Beneath the endless sky, so vast above.

As the day unfolds in golden hues bright,
The robins’ symphony lingers in the air,
A reminder of beauty in morning’s light,
And the simple wonders we all can share.