Underneath the ancient oak, they sing, the robins’ gentle tune, As shadows lengthen, dusk arrives, beneath the silver moon. Their…
As dawn breaks with a tender sigh, Robins greet the morning sky. With melodies so pure and bright, They paint…
In the gentle hush of morning’s embrace, Robins sing a symphony, a sweet serenade, Their melodies weave through the tender…
In the early whispers of the morning light, When shadows fade and dreams take flight, The robins sing with voices…