As dawn breaks with a tender sigh,
Robins greet the morning sky.
With melodies so pure and bright,
They paint the world in golden light.

Among the dew-kissed blades of grass,
Their songs of joy and love amass.
Each note a whisper of the heart,
A promise that the day will start.

In the dance of wings, they soar,
Weaving tales of days before.
With every chirp, a story told,
Of dreams and hopes, both young and old.

So let us listen and cherish well,
The robins’ song, a magic spell.
For in their tunes, our spirits find,
A gentle peace, a tranquil mind.