In the morning glow, robins sing,
Awakening the world with vibrant wings,
Their melodies dance in crisp, cool air,
Bringing warmth to the dawn’s gentle care.

Amongst the budding branches they flit,
Red breasts glowing, never to quit,
In gardens lush, they find their place,
A joyful dance, a graceful chase.

Whispers of spring in every note,
As through the sky, they freely float,
Their songs a promise of days anew,
With skies of endless shades of blue.

Oh, robins, heralds of the spring,
In your presence, the world takes wing,
A symphony of life and light,
Guiding us from winter’s night.