In the morning’s gentle embrace,
Robins sing with charming grace.
Their melodies weave through the air,
A symphony beyond compare.
Feathers bright in the dawnâs hue,
Dancing under skies of blue.
They flit and flutter, bold and free,
Carving paths of liberty.
On branches high, they pause to rest,
In nests of comfort, safely pressed.
The world awakens to their call,
A gentle reminder to us all.
As day unfolds, they soar once more,
Guardians of the forest floor.
In every note, a tale they weave,
Of hope, of dreams, of what we believe.