In the gentle glow of dawn’s embrace,
Robins sing, a melody laced with grace.
Their crimson chests, a vibrant hue,
Dance through skies of endless blue.

Perched upon the whispering trees,
They serenade the waking breeze.
With every note, they paint the air,
In a world of wonder, free from care.

Their wings, a flutter, swift and bright,
Chase shadows in the morning light.
In their flight, a story told,
Of joy and warmth in feathers bold.

As day unfolds, their songs remain,
A gentle balm for every pain.
Robins, harbingers of spring’s sweet call,
Bring life and hope to one and all.