In the soft embrace of dawn’s first glow,
Robins awaken with a gentle song.
Their melodies weave through the morning air,
A symphony where dreams and reality belong.

Wings flutter with grace, a dance of delight,
In gardens where blossoms paint the ground.
Each note they sing carries whispers of spring,
A promise of warmth and life unbound.

Beneath the canopy of emerald leaves,
They soar and twirl, a vibrant ballet.
The world awakens to their joyful tune,
As night surrenders to the light of day.

Oh, robins, heralds of new beginnings,
In your song, hope and renewal find their place.
With every chirp, the earth feels alive,
Embracing the dawn with a gentle embrace.